Friday, February 15, 2008

I Know I'm Late To This Party

It's a little pathetic that up until recently, I knew more about Amy Winehouse's personal struggles (Possibly abusive, certainly codependent jailbird husband! Tatty, ever-present ballet flats! Frequent bender-induced bruises! Mysteriously absent right incisor! Terrifying Morticia Addams beehive! Protruding clavicles!) than I did about her music. Well, the night of the (totally lame-o) Grammys, I kept hearing Amy Winehouse this and Amy Winehouse that, and then the next morning saw an article on Slate.com about why Amy isn't just a whacked-out pop star, but an actually talented, unique voice in popular music.

So I finally decided to give her Back to Black album a listen, and now, even though I'm extremely tardy in jumping on the old Wino bandwagon, I'm a pretty big fan. It's no coincidence that, in her (HUGE, ubiquitous) single, "Rehab," she name-drops Ray Charles, a well-known junkie, on an album that gives much more than a hat-tip to classic Motown R&B. Besides which, the very fact that a 24-year-old faintly chavvy Jewish Brit (like, l'chaim, innit?) can sing like a world-weary 60's Motown black woman is pretty remarkable. Ch-ch-check it out.

1 comment:

Angus said...

Fair play, I haven't listened to the album - only the songs I've heard on the radio and TV. So maybe the album is awesome.

...but I still can't get past the hair, and the crazy-eyes, and drug problems, and the hair, and the heroin boyfriend, and... the hair.

Also, the Slate writer, to me, appeared to have a little bit too much of a crush on Amy and the whole "I'm in a doomed relationship and isn't the whole thing so 19th century chick lit and how romantic am I" thing.

BTW, the phrase "faintly chavvy"? Awesome!