Somewhat rarely someone comes along who reminds me that humanity isn't finished... and there is still hope for artful expression in the 21st century and beyond.
Someone who would rather drink and get wasted than be popular with the moral majority and the tabloids.
Someone who would rather tell the world to fuck off than be seen on Larry King helping starving children in Africa.
Amy Winehouse, my dear Pax Acidus reader, is this person and much more. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an ache in my chest, wishing I could spend time with her. Doing whatever she wants to do:
- drinking and smoking too much and then puking in the toilet
- taking three hits of e and dancing to Abba
- dinner and a movie or a rock show
But then the next day at work (yes I work now) I put on one of her albums and it's almost just as good as being with her in my dreams. That's the mark of good art— you don't have to actually be there because the music sonically takes you there.
I don't know what else to say, except... JOB FUCKING WELL DONE AMY MY LOVE!
The next person who says you are just an untalented wigger wastoid ripping off Nina Simone— I am gonna skin them alive make you a leather jacket out of their hide.
Please Amy just stay alive and thrive! I know it's not easy.