I just bought and listened to Frank, Amy Winehouse's first album before Back to Black and her explosion in the US and the UK. She is absolutely amazing. The shortest song on the album, "Cherry", is beautiful. "F#@$ Me Pumps" is the most artistically arranged song that I've heard for a while. She is a solid and amazing talent and I am so angry that she allowed herself to dwindle into drug-induced madness.
Why are the brilliant ones some times ape-shit crazy?!
However, I am happy that she is no longer running around in crappy flip flops and cutoff shorts terrorizing a small Caribbean island. If her life was normal her music wouldn't be so moving, honest, and powerful. I just need her to get it together so that I can continue to dream to the beauty that is her vocalizations poured out over jazz.
She is amazing. I love you, Amy. I wish you good health so that your talent isn't wasted. I hope that the struggles of life make you stronger and you put your pain into your art with the knowledge the we share and carry the strife with you.
Godspeed, Ms. Winehouse! I anxiously anticipate your next project (no pressure, though) ;-)
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