You Know She's No Good

Oooh! More posts! The day is aplenty with Blue thoughts!

So, I was sitting here watching an Amy Winehouse performance on MTV HD and I was struck by just how fucking good she is. I mean, I know I like the stuff of hers that I've heard and I dug the performance on the Grammys but damn, she really is fucking good. Her and her band put on one hell of a show.

Of course, she looks about as cracked out as she could possibly be.

And that's a sad thing... right?

Eh. I don't know. She's alive, right? She seems to be enjoying herself, right? She hasn't run down anyone on the streets in a cracked out rage, right?

So, why do I care exactly?

The [completely unable to prove] fact of the matter is that a large portion of the great music in history came from someone with fire in their veins or pure delight up their noses. The Doors... Hendrix... the Stones... Nirvana... GNR... so, so, so many more.

So, if we can squeeze a few albums out of her while she's dancin' with her demons, should we really lord it over her like she's the devil incarnate? As long as she keeps it to herself and doesn't just fuckin' die as a result, should we really care all that much?

Man, she's got skinny legs... and funky hair... and a lot of ink... and one of the most doped-up expressions on her face that I've ever seen.

But the people love her. And she rocks... and not in a crack rock type fashion either.

Keep on crackin', Amy! Keep it real, sista!

But remember... only street urchins work the pipe. Whitney knows what's goin' down in the world, sweetie.



That's right! CRACK IS CHEAP! CRACK IS WACK!

Come on, Amy... get with the program. You need to be chasin' the tiger... maybe indulging in some nose candy... hell, if worse comes to worse, you're in Europe... pay a visit to the Green Fairy, baby.

But not crack. Give Whitney a call. She'll be happy to discuss it with you... she's got nothing else to do.

Oh, and you can tell that Natalie Cole to get off your shit too for being cracked out and winning awards. Tell her it's better than winning awards by making people go, "Ohhh, how sweet. She's doing a duet with her dead father."

Rehab is for quitters, girlfriend. You keep tellin' 'em no, no, no.