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originally appeared in Radio Times on 11-17 November 2000.
Singer Sheena Easton discusses
hitting the big time, making
money and looking for love
By Andrew Duncan
Exquisitely
kitsch, with matronly embonpoint and sturdy thigh, she and
co-star David Cassidy, a seventies heart-throb, entrance
the presumably semi-comatose Las Vegas audience - no one
with an active mind could enjoy this sophomoric hoofing
and singing - as they have for almost a year. Now she'll
be convinced I'm following a parade of sour British journalists
who have mocked the council-house girl from Belshill, near
Glasgow, since she found fame on BBC's Big Time in 1980
and went to amass a fortune estimated at £40 million
from shrewd property investments by the end of the decade.
But truly, as she might say, this isn't the case. The show
is not to my liking but she is, despite initial mutual suspicion.
We meet in her dressing room after the night's heroic performance,
and there's a guarded prickliness beneath the polite formalities.
Twenty years of living in California and three marriages
- all brief - are bound to instill wariness.
The walls are decorated with family photographs
and paintings by her adopted son and daughter - Jake, six,
and Skylar, five - whom she discusses with affection and
pride. "They're the one thing in my life I do well,
the place I'm most blessed, my soul mates, my true loves,
my peace. People talk about butterflies in their stomach
during their enduring passion of a romance. I've been a
mom for six years and my heart still beats when I meet my
son from school. They never happened after six years with
a guy. Being a single mother is the one relationship I didn't
rush into. I thought hard for a couple of years, went into
special therapy, read every book, to make sure my motives
were right and it wasn't a whim or a toy to satisfy some
bored part of me."
They, with her dogs and housekeeper, are with
her in Vegas. "This is the first time I've settled
here for a long run. I've really enjoyed it but I'm looking
forward to moving on. If I was here for five years I'd lose
some of the toys in my attic. It's a user friendly show
with cartoon characters and no claims to high drama. You
don't have to pay close attention to the plot." She
disarms criticism, as she probably will when she guest on
this week's So Graham Norton, by being as rough on herself
as anyone. "If it's fluff, I'll say so. I've never
been hip or trendy, or in favour with critics, but I've
been successful and there's a difference. I put on a show
that usually pleases my audience but most of the time I
get rotten reviews, maybe because I've never known my place
so I attempt something new whenever I want to. I'd like
to settle into a rut."
She is ironic, too, about her "fortune"
- "Forty million. Bull. We all know it's 60 million
- dollars or pounds it doesn't matter. At one time I was
up to 83 million, but I when you're a fabulously successful
entrepreneur like me, who's counting? I give it away."
Serious, for a moment, she adds, "Let's be upfront
and reasonable. If my only motivation was money I'd have
given up after the first million. I have a desire to create
- which curses and blesses your life. I was more of a people-pleaser
when I started, but at least now I'm tougher and say no.
I never thought about making lots of money.
"I came from a very poor background and
was a student working with bands at night when I got my
first recording contract. My decisions then were whether
to catch the bus home or walk and buy beans with my chips.
Simple as that. A hundred bucks a week would have been a
lot to me. As it turns out I've made an incredible amounts
but I'm also in a profession where many friends more talented
than me haven't earned much. I've had a fabulous time but
it's once in a blue moon. People sweat blood, and talent
doesn't guarantee any kind of security - either emotional
or financial. I pray this is the last business my children
will want to go into - no, sorry, I'd rather they were chorus-line
dancers than tabloid journalists. What a horrible way to
make a living."
That remark makes me fear this is too early
in our conversation to dwell on personal details but, what
the heck, we're in Las Vegas, so I ask why she appears to
have had such trouble with men. I anticipate a justifiably
surly response, but she's frank as she sighs, "I've
fallen in love many times. God knows why. When it comes
to choosing men I pick Derby winners better. I'm stopping
at three - that's three marriages, nothing else, so don't
get the wrong idea - but I could end up married next week
to a man I meet tonight. I'm crazy when it comes to that
stuff. I'm mostly not in relationships. I can make myself
incredibly miserable or happy whether I'm in one or not,
so I don't believe all that 'You can complete me' stuff.
Complete yourself, dammit. I don't expect anything out of
relationships. It's a lucky bag, taking a person and trying
to get to know them. I'm in one now." With an actor?
She gives a withering look. "Bite your tongue. I don't
usually get involved with entertainers. Most of us are totally
dysfunctional. Therapists were made for us. Honey, I've
been in therapy for years. You 'bust' yourself, simple as
that, a non-judgmental place where you tell the truth and
examine motivations. If I have a philosophy in life it's:
'Own our own bullshit.' If you're in a sucky job or relationship,
move the hell on and stop whining. You have to take personal
responsibility for your success and failure, so any bad
marriages I've had, I'm 50 percent responsible."
Her first husband, a musician, Sandi Easton,
whose decomposing body was found last year in his run-down
home claimed her success caused their problems. "God,
no. It didn't. I was married and divorced to him when I
was in college. We were together for eight months. I was
only 18, so go figure. I suck at relationships. I have shoes
older than my marriages. If you want, I'll put up my hands
and say, 'Mea culpa.'" She had an affair with Andre
Agassi before marrying her agent Rob Light in 1984 [it lasted
18 months], and then TV producer Tim Delarm in 1997 [divorced
after 11 months]. She denies an affair with Don Johnson,
who's wife she played in Miami Vice. "He's a buddy,
a great screen kisser, and we did a lot of that. But if
you work with someone - it's like David [Cassidy] - you
can't think of him in a sexual light."
It's the same with the artist formerly known
as Prince, who in 1985 wrote her a song, Sugar Walls, given
enormous publicity by presidential candidate's wife Tipper
Gore, who denounced it as "pornographic". No hard
feelings. She's a staunch Democrat and will vote for Al
Gore. "Apparently I got mad at Prince and we broke
up telepathically. There's such a lot of garbage churned
out, although I agree living with a performer has to be
difficult. 'Artistic temperament' is a cliché because
it's true. Mostly we're attention junkies who go on stage
to escape something in ourselves. I'm escaping
"she
pauses for a long time
a lot of things."
A former bodyguard, Danny Francis, gave an
intriguing explanation for her lack of emotional staying
power. He claimed she was too demanding in bed. True? She
laughs. "Oh, wow! Am I? That's every guy's dream so
I can't see the problem. I'd love to be stuck with a guy
who's too demanding - it sounds like a great weekend. Under
the right circumstances, if you locked me in an elevator
with Brad Pitt, I'd give him a run for his money. But how
would a bodyguard know?"
The youngest of six children, she was brought
up by her mother after her father died when she was ten. "I don't remember a time when I didn't sing. It's a
disease, an addiction." When she talks of her children
her accent reverts from bastardised Scottish American to
pure Glaswegisn. "It's nomadic. If I'm around trends
from the South I sound Texan." She went to the Royal
Scottish Academy of Music and Drama before The Big time
and success with Modern Girl followed by 9 to 5 and the
James Bond theme, For Your Eyes Only. "The programme
was a great vehicle. Any new artist needs something to separate
herself from the field but afterwards you must have talent.
It's like being given a boost on to a horse. You need to
know how to ride to stay on. I was incredibly ambitious.
It's partly to do with boredom, which scares me more than
anything."
She began to mellow at 30, she says. "I
wanted to 'retire', do something alien and remove myself
from the cycle of making an album and touring. I'd have
gone crazy chanting on top of a mountain so I left LA to
spend a year on Broadway and went into the theatre where
there was a new discipline and challenge." Her performance
in Man of La Mancha in 1992 was greeted with derision --
"pouty Valley girl with little acting ability".
She was devastated at the time but admits now: "The
critics killed me and I deserved it when I started. I felt
like a deer in the headlights, wooden and intimidated, too
busy remembering my lines to do the role properly."
"I judge myself by my own standards so
I ignore reviews - truly, good or bad. But with La Mancha
'friends' were consoling me and I looked like an idiot because
I didn't know why, or how tragic my life was. So I sat in
my car one Sunday afternoon reading the reviews, thinking,
'That poor girl is being ripped to shreds' before revealing
it was me. I felt so humiliated. But I'd been gone after
by the wolves before and survived. Another thing - I realized
it was so upsetting because it underscored all the places
I felt weak. I could only get better. I have a thick skin,
I wasn't going to let bad reviews knock me on my ass. We
need courage, as well as detachment in our business."
And ego? "The opposite. It sounds highfalutin
but to step on stage and be anyone but yourself every night
regardless of whether you have a headache, a fight with
your boyfriend, or terrible news, you have to detach and
leave that everyday part of your ego at home. At 41 - I've
always been truthful about my age, I have ageism as much
as sexism - I can answer that question differently than
I would have done at 21 because then I thought people on
stage were surrounded by admirers throwing glory and flowers.
It's really not that way. You come offstage to no comment.
Most audiences are forgiving and applaud whether you suck
or are great, so that doesn't mean anything. If you have
a modicum of talent you can get through any bad night."
She knows. She survived a 1990 homecoming
concert in Glasgow when she was pelted with bouquets of
bottles. "It was nice when we arrived. I showed off
the city to my American band, the fish-and-chip shop we
used to live above. But as the evening went on the audience
became rowdier. I was embarrassed for my own people in that
audience who were drunk and throwing things." She has
never been as popular in Britain as abroad. "There
could be a million reasons - musical taste, my style growing."
She thinks some critics would like to see her hung, drawn
and quartered, but seeks small mercies. "I'm thrilled
nothing awful will jump out of my closet."
Religion helps her equilibrium. "I've
been a closet Catholic for years and was baptized quite
recently. Catholicism is no longer about punishment, or
going to hell after sex in the back of a Pinto. Damnation
no longer exists. I still have wacky ideas and don't agree
with the church rule book, but I'll be driving in my car
and go. 'Hey, God, how are you doing?' He's not a guy with
a white beard on a big throne. He's part of our energy."
"I love being in my forties. It's my
prize for surviving the thirties, which were tough. I must
have had my midlife crisis then because I did all the examining
of who I am, deep soul-searching, even a guru thing for
a while. That's why I like good old-fashioned Catholicism.
You say your prayers, cross yourself and come out focused.
My advice is: 'Don't take yourself so bloody seriously or
overanalyze. Enjoy' I guess I'm from the superwoman school
where it's like you can have it all. Just go do it."
But she hasn't had it all. "Not all the time."
She adds she's relaxed and hasn't laughed so much for a
long time, but the wariness returns. "Make sure what
you write is accurate. I don't mind if I seem a fool in
print so long as it's what I really said. I can make myself
look a huge idiot. I don't need anyone else to help me."
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