I could also empathize with a lot in Amy's songs, albeit on a different level. In most of the tracks off Back to Black, she sang about experiencing the sting of guilt after making bad decisions, but it was clear that that sure as hell wasn't going to stop her from making them again. I could relate; I had lots of ambitions beyond getting stoned, watching TV, and hopping from boyfriend to boyfriend like a slutty Frogger, but I wasn't doing a whole lot to realize them. It was the latter tendency that was probably the most self-destructive, not to mention the most Winehouse-esque: if I jumped on someone else's lily pad along the way, or straddled two lanes at once, I didn't feel great about it, but that sure as hell didn't stop me from hitting the restart button and doing it all over again.
So when Amy recounted her various betrayals and infidelities, reciting a laundry list of her transgressions against the people who loved her, her biting yet unapologetic frankness felt much more organic and closer to my own experience than anything Dylan or Patti Smith or Kurt Cobain ever penned. She wore her indecisiveness and poor judgment proudly, like a full-body tattoo; even when she sang about waking up with carpet burns on her back and fucking her ex-boyfriend on the kitchen floor, you never got the sense that she was playing the icy seductress. She was more like the vulnerable, insecure girl who complies when the handsome bartender/artist asks her for a blowjob in his Bushwick studio, partially because she still hasn't learned how to play hard to get yet, and partially because she really doesn't want to play hard to get at all.
It was nice to know that there was someone else out there who had issues with fidelity and impulse control and the need to (as she wrote in her application essay to a London performing-arts school) "be the loudest voice in the room" while never feeling like you've reached more than a whisper. Then Amy began to sink deeper into her vices and addictions; her ambivalence and self-destructiveness, once charming and relatable, were now simply tabloid fodder, a joke that was a punch line in itself. She was no longer reaching for the mic instead of the needle, except when she was getting booed off the stage for cursing at the audience and forgetting the words to her songs. Still, even when she was making a mess, it seemed to me that she was somehow okay; at least making a mess proves that you're still kicking.
Of course, she's no longer around to make a mess, and now I wonder how I failed to see it coming before everyone else did. I feel sort of like the friend of a recent suicide, the one who stupidly marvels that her friend's death came out of nowhere when everyone else could easily see the cuts on the arms, the unwashed hair, the cryptic messages. Still, that glib acceptance that her death was predictable bothers me; I don't understand how someone could listen to the opening licks of "Stronger than Me," or look at childhood photos of Amy dressed as a (Jewish) Minnie Mouse for Halloween, and feel anything other than sadness at having lost someone so special so soon.
I don't want the totality of Amy Winehouse's existence to be summed up by an ironic hashtag; I want her to be remembered as someone who fucked the bartender-artists because she wanted to, who spat at Pippa Middleton because she could. (And who the hell wouldn't want to spit at Pippa Middleton, anyway?) And if she's up in dirty filthy rock-star heaven right now, trading hangover stories and tales from life on the road, I hope that she is making an absolute mess of the place, and that hers is still the loudest voice in the room.
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This was really nice, and beautifully written. Cheers.
agreed, very well - written and totally resonates with how i felt that day, too. but, "ample-bottomed" and "Pippa Middleton" keep echoing over and over in my head and i'm all, "whaaat, whaaaat?".
lol, you took the words right out of my mouth. I'm not a hater, I appreciate a nicely shaped womanly form when there is one...but that girl has absolutely no bottom..and I'm so confused how this has been an ongoing thing circling the interwebs...
How about crying for the untold deaths in Africa every day.
Well, for starters, none of them has recorded a duet with Tony Bennett.
Why don't you write an article about it? Include links to the aid organization of your choice. Do something for a cause you care about instead of telling someone else to do your bidding.
Oh, I don't give a damn about the untold deaths in Africa every day. I'm just saying, if you don't want to cry for Amy Winehouse, here's an alternative. Just trying to be helpful.
That's not clever or funny, that's just dumb. I'm sitting here at my computer, embarrassed for you right now. You have to come up with better material.
With a name like 'NickingFuts' what do you expect?
Not a hell of a lot, hey?
Amazingly, humans are capable of lamenting tragedies of vastly different magnitudes simultaneously. This essay is gorgeous. It doesn't distract from nor alleviate that 11 million in the Horn of Africa are living in famine conditions. But that wasn't the point.
Ugh. The stone-age "tribal" obsession has gotten really old and bloody destructive. If Amy Winehouse was "just" a tragically talented Londoner of, oh let's say, West Indian ancestry, would you still have felt this and written this, E.J.?
Try this little experiment: Next time you feel compelled to write about one of "the tribe", leave the secret handshakes out and pretend we're all just human beings, none more "chosen" than others. You might find it a relief.
RIP Amy.
I don't really see your point. There was no destructive message here, no degradation of outsiders. People will always want to be a part of a community; shared identity can be a beautiful thing. A support system, a set of idols and inspiration, or just a sense of not being so tiny and alone in the world.
No accounting for taste, I guess. Still, no need for the exclusive "tribal" connection here. If Amy's losing struggle with reconciling her strengths and weaknesses isn't enough to draw EJ and the rest of us in then we're screwed.
Ethnocentrism is boring and barbaric.
Where can we all send our drafts for your approval?
Sorry, dude, you should have been born in 1900. You could join Lenin's army to spread your anti-ethnic ideals. News Flash: Jews don't have to hide anymore.
You need to read your Russian history more carefully. Pay better attention this time to Lenin and Trotsky's background, the ethnic makeup of the Bolsheviks and allied Communist movements in Eastern Europe, which religions they outlawed (and which they did not), which places of worship they dynamited (and which they did not) and who they slaughtered or dispossessed. The obsessively self-referencing "tribe"'s trouble came when FDR's buddy, Uncle Joe Stalin, decided that ethnic and tribal loyalties were a threat to him, the party and national unity. Purging much of the "tribe" from the party apparatus solidified Stalin's power... but ticked off a lot of people on the Lower East Side. The moral of the story: Tribalism is poisonous in the life of multi-ethnic nations and in already weak music/lifestyle essays. The plain old humanist angle works better in both cases.
Wow, that was almost COMPLETELY incoherent. It would've saved you a lot of trouble and brainpower to have just written, "I'm a rabid anti-Semite."
The real or imagined tribal "connection" in the essay is one of it's many distracting weaknesses. It was used as a self-obsessed substitute for artsy, edgy child of a respectable middle-class family. It added nothing of value to draw most readers in. If we care about Winehouse at all, it's as a fellow human being. No tribal ID card necessary. But, Dog, if you love the empty ethnic link meme, explain why. Maybe, the tribal thing IS the only connection between author and subject. And quit the adolescent name-calling.
Holy hot christ, some people will find a reason to take offense to almost anything. Did you seriously feel "excluded"? Is it really "bloody destructive"? Are you absolutely sure you aren't just an angry human being who get's their thrills writing self-victimizing screeds in internet comment sections?
I take it you find the hollow ethnic "connection" in the essay one of its strengths. Please explain its appeal. And yes, in the Middle East, in "our" foreign policy, and even in formerly idyllic Norway, this primitive groupism is "bloody destructive." We all ought to give it up and emphasize our commonality. Does this perspective make you angry at me?
T-Paine, are you playing devil's advocate here? I like your message about emphasizing cooperative humanity over divisive differences, and I see your point about Jewishness not being intrinsic to this essay, since the author didn't say much that qualified her shared experiences with Amy Winehouse as particularly Jewish in nature (other than by dropping the word "Jewish" a whole bunch). But would you really tell all writers everywhere to leave their ethnic ID cards at home? What about gender ID cards, or socioeconomic ID cards, or geographical ID cards? We may all be human, but we sure don't always have the same experiences. Recognizing this seems fundamental to bridging the distance between people, as long as people are engaged in trying to find out what those other experiences are. Aren't memoirs all about pointing to highly idiosyncratic individual experiences in the hopes that readers can both (a) find out what it's like to be someone else, and (b) find that other people are way relatable?
Rachel, I agree with everything you wrote. If the real or imagined ethno-religious "connection" between these two strangers, dead celebrity and sad writer, had deepened the insight into the meaning of the tragic demise, then, of course, I'm all for it. But in this case, it only highlighted the author's shallowness and self-indulgence. Now, if they had both been... Rotarians... or left-handed, that would have been a connection to write home about. Peace.
i take it you and the author had a messy breakup?
Tom Paine, you should really be using quotation marks, the words "tribe", "tribal", "connection" more.
How about this? Get your own holocaust and then don't be proud of your people and sense of belonging to a community that has gone through a lot of shit. Or don't and spit on a pretty cool, well-written and well-meaning article. Fucking hater. You're just pissed because you're a European mutt with no connections to anything. #notjewishbutalsonotadouche
So tired of hearing about this culture vulture crackhead.
Then don't click on links with her name in the title.
It just occurred to me, and obviously I don't know enough about her to really know what I'm talking about, but when you hear her issues laid out like that... it sounds like she had ADD.
Regardless -- this was really beautiful, and what happened was awful. But I do think, in death, it's become evident that her musical successes have far outshadowed her substance abuse.
I'm so upset that somebody I don't know died! boo hoo hoo
Seriously, ANOTHER FUCKING ARTICLE ABOUT AMY FUCKING WINEHOUSE?????? REALLY???????
Yes, really.
Better than James Franco... oh wait............
Beautiful piece..there will always be paines in the ass...identifying with Amy's soul like this, and being able to express and share with all is a gift..thanks EJ
So sad, just a human...flawed like the rest of us. I am deeply moved.
Beautiful piece, but nobody, NOBODY, can top Patti Smith.
Ever.
~hippie
Beautifully written. While I didn't even know of her existence your article displays a refreshing ability to observe and communicate in a most sensitive manner the struggles of another human being's life. Well done EJ!
"spit at Pippa Middleton" should become a common euphemism. But what for...?
Masturbation.
"I'll be right back, I'm head to the loo to spit at Pippa."
In other news, I wasn't sad til I realized someone else was.
Spit at Pippa= Masturbation. I second that.
I bet this writer has a very small squirrel face.
I accept! What are the terms of our bet?
She actually does not, checked her facebook
I WIN! What do I win?
There is a time and place to spit at poppa...has a nice ring to it.
My fantasy dead pool is "WINNING"
brilliant piece, EJ
Brilliant read, thank you :)
This was a lovely and fascinating read. Fantastic writing.
E.J., your essay is gorgeous and contains one of the most eloquent final paragraphs I've encountered. Some comments here are insightful and compassionate; others are laughably stupid. Stick to what you're doing: your essay indicates you're vastly more talented than you realize. Screw anyone who says otherwise.
your glamorizing the death of a hack singer, who simply emulated other genuine singers of days gone by, she was a vulgar drunken waste of time. People are commenting on your eloquence? "who would not want to spit at pippa middleton?" eloquence... really?
"Still, even when she was making a mess, it seemed to me that she was somehow okay; at least making a mess proves that you're still kicking."- beautifully written.
I couldn't cry about Amy Winehouse. I was too busy crying over the tragedy in Oslo.
And yet, it didn't have the slightest impact on me.
I came, I read, I enjoyed. I enjoyed more this comment section chock full of characters. I don't know you but I think you are a gifted writer. Keep at it. Sidebar... I just can't understand meth-crack-alcohol heads period. Really what were her "issues?" siigh and Shalom y'all. (How's that for ADD, that's a tribe I'm down with.) xoxo
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