She was the type of singer that you couldn’t get enough of…and, as we all know, an addict. I easily became addicted to her music. I have been to a “few” concerts in my life and regret not being able to witness the genius of Any Winehouse.
Guy Trebay writes in the New York Times…
There were the vocals, of course, lauded for being simultaneously bluesy, jazz-inflected and somehow punk. There was the phrasing so singular that Ms. Winehouse could stretch a note until it threatened to snap and then cap it with a sly vibrato quaver. There was the songwriting, too, child-simple three-note tunes that lodged in your head, and lyrics handily capable of mauling one’s heart while slicing surgically through gender conventions.
…could stretch a note until it threatened to snap…a fucking brilliant line about a brilliant singer songwriter.
Some of the songs she wrote and sang were Back to Black, Love is a Losing Game, Fuck me Pumps, You sent me Flying, You Know I’m no good, and, of course, Rehab.
They tried to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no.
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You wont know, know, know.
When you walk in the bar and you’re dressed like a star
rockin your fucking pumps….
When she died, I thought of Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendricks and Jim Morrison, as I’m sure many my age did.
The fine line between genius and insanity can be found in all walks of life but none more visible than in musicians, writers and artists.
I have mentioned in past blogs that Adele is my new favorite singer songwriter. I hope she is able to handle fame, money, family and friends for many many years to come.
…thinking of the concerts I have attended,…I list two women artists in the top five and three in the top 10. You may recall in
Suggestion box, salads and looking for #1
that I never rank anyone or anything number 1. Read it to find out why
RIP Amy Winehouse … may you seek out and find Gerry, Janis, Kurt and Jimmy wherever you/they are … and I can only imagine what those jam sessions will sound and be like.