Monday, 25 July 2011
Amy Winehouse was one of those people who are night-riders, on a death drive. I admire her guts to tell everyone where to get off; her talent; doing what she wanted to do, bloody-well regardless; her refusal to compromise herself. She also had a wild and extravagant kind of beauty; which no amount of tacky tattooing could defile.
OK, she made cash and was a 'celebrity' but I have the feeling that she was a reluctant one: unlike so many others: no voice (in any sense); no 'look'; nothing: cultural blankspots, with amazing bank accounts, for being nobodies, from nowhere, seducing a generation into believing that they 'have' 'It'. There are too many fake 'celebrities' and too few Amy Winehouses in this sorry world. The sad thing is that the fakes go on and on and on and the Amy Winehouses suddenly fade as the morning star, in the face of the sun.
I certainly raise my glass to you, Amy Winehouse. You might be glad to know that, in fact, I raise it several times.
And the Southern Cross burns brighter tonight.
It might be the thought of you.
It might just be the booze.
But, as you might have said: "Who gives a f***?!"
Posted by NJS at 08:34