you should have gone to rehab Amy

[Anti]

The other were good,but i don't think its possible to "overrate" hendrix.He's one of those once in a lifetime kind of people...

Hendrix was the man, but he was kinda sloppy with his playing from a technician's point of view. There are guys now who have had MUCH less impact than hendrix that can technically play better than he did... but of course, it's hard to gauge how much he might have inspired their playing.

It's all in the ear of the listener.

 

[dagnabit]

Hendrix was the man, but he was kinda sloppy with his playing from a technician's point of view. .

thats cuz he was a banjo picker.
guitar was his second choice.

 

[longearedfriend]

no sympathy for self induced suffering....

no none of us understood how haaard her life was,what with that ~10M~ net worth.

remember bleeding hearts she was one of those eeeeeevil rich people you rail against

it's not cause someone has a lot of money that they are evil

and I am not even sure evil people exist

the girl was really shy and it was hard for her to deal with people, and she couldn't go out much because everyone was after her, could you imagine living like that


anyone who had been in her shoes, had her genes, went through same life experiences, would have acted the same way I think

never really listened to her music but
she really looked liked a nice girl

 

[kmk420kali]

I done heroin for 18 years, (been off it for over 15 now)--
I was on the streets for most of it, doing petty (mostly) crimes-- If it wasn't for getting busted periodically, I would not be here today--
If I would have had the Fame and $$ she and others did...I am convinced I would have been LUCKY to have lived long enough to make the 27 club--
Life happens, and I do not Judge or think bad of anybody that falls into the addiction of drugs...trust me, it can happen to anybody-- Demons are HARD to overcome-- Almost all my old friends are either dead, or doing life--
RIP Amy--

 

[RedOne]

she had a good live voice when she was'nt annihilated

 

[Stoner4Life]

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand a spike in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOOHOO - What a Ride!"



I personalized that a bit to fit her lifestyle.......

 

[ghostly]

bury her deep, she is toxic

 

[GET MO]

man, I heard amy winehouse OD'd, I asked "who the hell is amy winehouse?" and my homegirl said the chick that sang "they tried to make me go to rehab, but i said no, no, no..." and I could help but bustin up. Guess she shoulda said yes. Nothin funny bout people die'n, and I dont think Ive ever laughed out loud when I heard how someone died(sept the dude who broke his neck tryna suck his own dick), but damn.
RIP Amy, you sure got me on your way out. I know you probly laughin your damn self at the situation... Good luck n on to the next life!

 

[Scrappy-doo]

It sux that she had to go through such a tormented life. I got a friend who is a major drug addict. So much so that I had to disconnect him from my life. It's a sad thing.

That being said. She's the only one in the '27 club' where most people you ask could not tell you a single song she sang. Unless they did a search after learning of her passing. All the others were legends. She was not.

 

[Sgt.Stedenko]

I cried the day Stevie Ray Vaughan died. A true accident and a true talent.

Crackhouse. Not so much

 

[kmk420kali]

That being said. She's the only one in the '27 club' where most people you ask could not tell you a single song she sang. Unless they did a search after learning of her passing. All the others were legends. She was not.

Not quite....the list is quite long...those are just the most famous names that are getting tossed around--
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club

 

[COOKIE MONSTER]

I'm beginning to think this thread should be closed before it started....

 

[DiscoBiscuit]

I cried the day Stevie Ray Vaughan died. A true accident and a true talent.

Stevie was 85. Just kidding.

Sad day. He survived the horse but not the copter pilot.

 

[kmk420kali]

Stevie was 85. Just kidding.

Sad day. He survived the horse but not the copter pilot.

I am pretty sure he wasn't into heroin....he was a cocaine and whiskey guy--

 

[DiscoBiscuit]

Here's a cool link w/ all his 'risk' factors. Looks like he liked lotsa stuff.
http://www.nndb.com/people/830/000031737/

 

[kmk420kali]

Here's a cool link w/ all his 'risk' factors. Looks like he liked lotsa stuff.
http://www.nndb.com/people/830/000031737/

Good link, thanks--
In the 80's, most "Slammers" did multiple drugs...shit, I did whatever dissolved in water-- But we all had our Drugs of choice-- His main gig was coke or speed...because he could drink his ass off, and still be able to play-- SRV is my favorite guitarist ever...and I did time with his Cousin in the 90's...got a chance to talk about him a lot--
Here is one of his best (IMO) performances...but more than a li'l amped--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YIHvK5WN7I

 

[blackone]

RIP - not really my kind of music normally but I fell for her incredible voice.

 

[woolybear]

This would be one of those cases where I truely wish this troubled soul in life is finding peace and contentment in the afterlife. Like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, b4 she was dragged back to earth. Big mistake.

Protip: If you friend has passed and went to heaven, DO NOT try to resurrect them. They have already experienced glorious heaven, earth is bullshit in comparison. This is from buffy tv show

 

[-~Wind Walker~-]

Many artists have used drugs like heroin, alcohol, etc. to tap into some creativity. One could argue they sacrific for their art all the while flirting with adiction. With all that fame, money and power that comes with it, is it really that easy to say no (pardon the obvious pun) to all excesses that comes with it?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7hTPEIHIEA

Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of the Rio Grande

-~WW~-

 

[I.M. Boggled]

Rest In Peace Amy

Rest In Peace Amy

Of the many thousands of relevant words that I have read about her since Amy's passing, a man named Russel Brand words regarding his friend Amy are certainly the most eloquent I have read by far, imho.
R.I.P. Amy

For Amy
July 24th, 2011
When you love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction you await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling you they’ve had enough, that they’re ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, you fear the other call, the sad nocturnal chime from a friend or relative telling you it’s too late, she’s gone.

Frustratingly it’s not a call you can ever make it must be received. It is impossible to intervene.

I’ve known Amy Winehouse for years. When I first met her around Camden she was just some twit in a pink satin jacket shuffling round bars with mutual friends, most of whom were in cool Indie bands or peripheral Camden figures Withnail-ing their way through life on impotent charisma. Carl Barrat told me that “Winehouse” (which I usually called her and got a kick out of cos it’s kind of funny to call a girl by her surname) was a jazz singer, which struck me as bizarrely anomalous in that crowd. To me with my limited musical knowledge this information placed Amy beyond an invisible boundary of relevance; “Jazz singer? She must be some kind of eccentric” I thought. I chatted to her anyway though, she was after all, a girl, and she was sweet and peculiar but most of all vulnerable.

I was myself at that time barely out of rehab and was thirstily seeking less complicated women so I barely reflected on the now glaringly obvious fact that Winehouse and I shared an affliction, the disease of addiction. All addicts, regardless of the substance or their social status share a consistent and obvious symptom; they’re not quite present when you talk to them. They communicate to you through a barely discernible but un-ignorable veil. Whether a homeless smack head troubling you for 50p for a cup of tea or a coked-up, pinstriped exec foaming off about his “speedboat” there is a toxic aura that prevents connection. They have about them the air of elsewhere, that they’re looking through you to somewhere else they’d rather be. And of course they are. The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of the day with some purchased relief.

From time to time I’d bump into Amy she had good banter so we could chat a bit and have a laugh, she was “a character” but that world was riddled with half cut, doped up chancers, I was one of them, even in early recovery I was kept afloat only by clinging to the bodies of strangers so Winehouse, but for her gentle quirks didn’t especially register.

Then she became massively famous and I was pleased to see her acknowledged but mostly baffled because I’d not experienced her work and this not being the 1950’s I wondered how a “jazz singer” had achieved such cultural prominence. I wasn’t curious enough to do anything so extreme as listen to her music or go to one of her gigs, I was becoming famous myself at the time and that was an all consuming experience. It was only by chance that I attended a Paul Weller gig at the Roundhouse that I ever saw her live.

I arrived late and as I made my way to the audience through the plastic smiles and plastic cups I heard the rolling, wondrous resonance of a female vocal. Entering the space I saw Amy on stage with Weller and his band; and then the awe. The awe that envelops when witnessing a genius. From her oddly dainty presence that voice, a voice that seemed not to come from her but from somewhere beyond even Billie and Ella, from the font of all greatness. A voice that was filled with such power and pain that it was at once entirely human yet laced with the divine. My ears, my mouth, my heart and mind all instantly opened. Winehouse. Winehouse? Winehouse! That twerp, all eyeliner and lager dithering up Chalk Farm Road under a back-combed barnet, the lips that I’d only seen clenching a fishwife fag and dribbling curses now a portal for this holy sound. So now I knew. She wasn’t just some hapless wannabe, yet another pissed up nit who was never gonna make it, nor was she even a ten-a-penny-chanteuse enjoying her fifteen minutes. She was a fucking genius.

Shallow fool that I am I now regarded her in a different light, the light that blazed down from heaven when she sang. That lit her up now and a new phase in our friendship began. She came on a few of my TV and radio shows, I still saw her about but now attended to her with a little more interest. Publicly though, Amy increasingly became defined by her addiction. Our media though is more interested in tragedy than talent, so the ink began to defect from praising her gift to chronicling her downfall. The destructive personal relationships, the blood soaked ballet slippers, the aborted shows, that youtube madness with the baby mice. In the public perception this ephemeral tittle-tattle replaced her timeless talent. This and her manner in our occasional meetings brought home to me the severity of her condition. Addiction is a serious disease; it will end with jail, mental institutions or death. I was 27 years old when through the friendship and help of Chip Somers of the treatment centre, Focus12 I found recovery, through Focus I was introduced to support fellowships for alcoholics and drug addicts which are very easy to find and open to anybody with a desire to stop drinking and without which I would not be alive.

Now Amy Winehouse is dead, like many others whose unnecessary deaths have been retrospectively romanticised, at 27 years old. Whether this tragedy was preventable or not is now irrelevant. It is not preventable today. We have lost a beautiful and talented woman to this disease. Not all addicts have Amy’s incredible talent. Or Kurt’s or Jimi’s or Janis’s, some people just get the affliction. All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill. We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care. We need to look at the way our government funds rehabilitation. It is cheaper to rehabilitate an addict than to send them to prison, so criminalisation doesn’t even make economic sense. Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.
-Russel Brand-

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