This week, on Sept. 14, would have been the 29th birthday of British singer/songwriter Amy Winehouse.
 |
| Source: darlingohara.tumblr.com via Erin on Pinterest |
As you may know if you follow the blog on a regular basis (bless your heart), I came to be a fan of Amy's music in my typical roundabout, obsession-within-an-obsession kind of way. My lit crush on James Jones caused me to walk around the house singing "Me and Mr. Jones" like a
My girl crush on Amy is entirely musical. I think she was a beautiful, beautiful woman, but she was a little skinny for my tastes.
The first time I ever heard "Rehab," it was a karaoke version at Truman's, the LGBTQ bar that recently closed in my hometown. (You can read my elegy to Truman's, "Gold Lipstick at the End of the Rainbow," at SexIs Magazine.)
This is an artist's conception of Amy as Frida Kahlo. Both women drew incredible art from incredible pain, although Amy's pain was, to a much greater extent, more self-inflicted than Frida's.
If you want to read more about Amy, I suggest the book written by her father, Mitch Winehouse.
2 comments:
I love Amy Winehouse, too. I was really saddened by her death. She was a true musician with an amazing voice. I loved her voice so much. Every now and then, I'll put my baby to bed and crank up Amy Winehouse and craft or clean the apartment. Her songs will never get old. Me & Mr. Jones is one of my favorites as well as Take the Box, Round Midnight, Unholy War, What Is It About Men, and Back to Black. Heck, I think I love all her songs! R.I.P. Amy Jade Winehouse!
I never really got into her music, but I hate when talented lives end in tragedy.
Post a Comment