It’s been revealed that British R&B diva, Amy Winehouse has been found dead in her Camden Town flat in north west London. At this point, there has been no confirmed cause of death, but some speculators are of the opinion that alcohol and/or drugs may have been a contributory factor.
They’re probably right.
Poor Amy, who sang so passionately that she didn’t want to go to rehab, may still have been alive if she’d given the rehab another shot.
But alas, it was not to be.
To her own detriment, and to that of her legions of fans. Why on earth a supremely talented diva would want to waste her life getting smashed off her tits on whatever’s going, remains a mystery.
There seems to be some kind of self destruct bug running riot amongst the supremely talented, and Amy was no different.
Like the proverbial rebel without a cause, Amy self destructed spectacularly in Belgrade, on the first leg of a European tour, and then things just got worse.
Amy was 27 years old.
She joins the ranks of the great and not so good in rock n roll heaven – Elvis, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, Phil Lynott, Sid Vicious, maybe all victims of their own publicity.
It’s not really all that funny, but when a regular blue collar taxpayer sees supremely talented millionaires blow it in such spectacular fashion, there is a certain degree of irony attached.
So, with Amy’s passing, another one bites the dust.
In the words of the late Ian Dury, of Ian Dury and the Blockheads:
What a waste.
And that’s it as far as this story goes.
Not funny, just sad.