I was deeply saddened/angered to hear of the passing of poor, broken Amy Winehouse. Sad because that girl was the real deal. Her Back to Black album is a masterpiece. I won’t queue it up unless I have time to hear the whole thing from start to finish uninterrupted. There’s not one losing track. Do you know what a rare thing that is?
But I’m angry because here I am trying to find stable employment and she was given talent and success at a very early age and pissed it all away. I read an interview whereby she complained that she was “bored.” Fuck you, Amy. We’re all bored. Part of life is finding a way to rise above your boredom. Did you see that photo of her house in North London? Spectacular.
Give a listen to this gut-wrenching (to me) rendition of Love is a Losing Game and try to imagine what an astonishing career she could have had.