Amy Winehouse.
I think she's terrific. Tall. Dark. Gorgeous. Talented. She's the most amazing British artist in recent history - like Lily Allen with more talent and less attitude.
However there's one thing that stops Amy Winehouse totally stealing my heart. She lives the hard livin', hard drinkin' jazz dream just a bit too hard.
I'm watching her right now, on the BBC ONE sessions.
And there she is, looking tall and gorgeous as usual. But when she scoops up the microphone and starts to sing, you can't ignore one small fact.
She's pissed.
Completely off her face.
Slurring her words. Swaying from side to side. Barely able to stand upright.
The live performance is VERY different from the slick music you hear on the radio.
I think she's got real talent. But she needs sort herself out. Not even the boys who lived the rock and roll lifestyle really lived the rock and roll lifestyle. Not like her, anyway.
With upstarts like Pete Docherty, it's fine. Notoriety replaces talent. They're nothing but a smear on modern music anyway.
But Amy? Dear, darling Amy. We like her. She deserves better.
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