Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them; for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
- Juvenal, Roman Satirical Poet (40-125 A.D.)
As talented and technically proficient as most the finalists are, Amy Winehouse and her tortured soul were a dozen times more cool than any American Idol singer I’ve ever heard . . .
?From the song that introduced her to the world: “They tried to make me go to rehab / I said, ‘No, no no.'” What a shocker she should end up dead at such a very young age, eh?
The most common comment on the Internet right now is that she should have said yes to rehab, but in truth, she did go to rehab, quite a few times . . . I guess it never really stuck.
If you die at 27, but in your life, you saw people all around the globe singing your song, you probably lived a fuller life than any of us mortals who by good decisions or (in my case) luck and chance who managed to outlive you. As a matter of fact, if you have two or three or four or five brilliant albums under your belt and you want to join the most exclusive club of rock stars around, time it so you die at age 27 and you’ll join likes of Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, Brian Jones and Robert Johnson and you will be remembered forever as a member of the Forever 27 Club.
Anyone who brings back a healthy helping of Motown to the modern ear is a service to humanity in my book. You could hear it in her voice – she didn’t just talk the talk, she walked the walk.
What a great voice. That woman had soul.