Anna Nicole Smith is dead. Most likely from a drug overdose. What is it about celebrities and drugs and death that's so alluring? Don't lie to me, I know you read all about Pete Doherty in the tabloids, and you love every second of it.
Maybe that's why I can't get enough of Amy Winehouse. Though she's been panned by Pitchfork (Which, by the way, I never take any real music advice from because their job is basically to hate every band out there and then pretend they are cool by praising Justin Timberlake. Posers.), I think she has an incredible singing voice and has put out some pretty infectious tracks, including the recent single "Rehab".
This ain't some bullshit track about sex, drugs and rock and roll, neither. Her record company ACTUALLY TRIED TO PUT HER IN REHAB. Winehouse, of course, adamantly refused to go. She's a total train wreck, and I can't get enough of it. An article published in The Washington Post reveals every single sordid detail about her alcoholism, among other things, and i'm not sure what to make of it. It's undeniably gut wrenching, but when you listen her songs the message is clear: pain, suffering and addiction make for a helluva music career. It almost makes me feel like the only barrier between me and writing good music is the fact that i'm so goddamned goody-two shoes all the time. Almost.
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