I was grumpy throughout most of yesterday after I heard Amy Winehouse had died.
If there were ever a perfect example of wasted talent it was Amy Winehouse, and yes, sometimes the “wasted” in that sentence had more than one meaning. Of course her death is still under investigation and it is a little premature to put the blame on drugs at this point.
However, there is no denying the woman was a gloriously talented mess.
I have both her albums, Frank, which is pretty much jazz, and Back to Black, which is the soul-jazz-Motown-retro-throwback music Winehouse became famous for. Both albums are excellent, but they feel very different from each other, and I was really hoping she’d manage to claw her way up out of the abyss to produce many more.
Now that won’t happen. She was robbed (or maybe robbed herself?) of her life. And we were robbed of her music. Who knows what could have been?
In a time of auto-tuned, pretty people with vanilla-pretty voices that sound pretty — and pretty much the same — Winehouse sung soul raw, beautiful, with rough edges. (Note: the singing in this video is Winehouse, but the acting is not.)
Winehouse joins the so-called “27 Club,” of influential musicians who died at the age of 27, including Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Brian Jones, as well as Kurt Cobain.
Infuriating, to see so much wasted talent undone by death.