The RIP thread...

I thought Amy Winehouse died because she was a scum-cunt.

Hopefully an Adelle /Jessie J combo next.

"Give people the illusion of greatness so that true greatness doesn't exist"

do i have to give a shit about her?

for everyone who snowballs this faux-mourning-cum i'll thank the 'universal happenings' for a slight scale tip in the right direction.

Put your fucking winehouse albums away and listen to Joni Mitchell for a start.

i am sorry. perhaps im being a 'tad' OTT......but if i am to give you my reasoning:

Amy Winehouse dies.
fair enough. we all die.

in her case it was drugs. fair enough. i mean, she cained the shit out of them. if i was to die playing music or drinking coffee, eating fried eggs or riding my bike even, then thats a pretty amazing way to go. you'd think "at least he died doing the things he did". after all - we are what we continuously do. But, in her case, what she continuously did was a bit fucking skanky, right?

Amy Winehouse. sad, perhaps. but then, who really, apart from her friends/family can muster up real tears and sincere sadness? not some average fucking joe on twitter. Sincerity doesn't do twitter.

so, dead drugged up singer. end of. she's canonised. she's immortal. well done.

but no. he comes the aching shrieks of people mourning her apparent undeniable talent. and here is where i draw the line.

1. She sang - pretty fucking normally. she had a tone. correct. but it was one tone. a singular. hardly expressive and music is, of course, all about expression. personally, i thought that the single tone she had sounded like a Tesco plastic bag full of Sarsons table vinegar. But thats my opinion, right?
   She was binary toned. she sang. she stopped singing. that was it.

2. Her lyrics were bullshit. There's no argument there - they fucking were. Childish and immature. Unpoetic and uninspiring. well, uninspiring to adults anyway. perhaps if you love Skins you be touched by some faux-meaning in her crowbarred/thunderous subtly. To bring up my Joni Mitchell thought from earlier. Here is one woman who was in everyday more powerful in her message/abilities/output. Savage when she wanted to be. Honest and FUCKING EXPERIENCED. She did more for female empowerment than anything amy/jessie j/adele/vagina monologues/Sex In The City etc etc etc can ever do. She was dexterous - subtle, diverse and infinitely more dynamic; physically and metaphorically. She had meaning and motive. She had consideration and understanding. She had no ulterior motive - there was no Heat magazine to aim for - no Jools Holland show to go on - no T4-on-the-fucking-beach-Tesco-Chartshow-Sponsored-by-MataFUCKINGlan to aspire to. And, AND, like someone mentioned earlier - "she actually wrote and played her own music".
   Which i consider a moot point anyway. i don't think i need to explain why.

So, a singer who can sing. but is no way special. A lyricist that cant write lyrics/meaning/message for shit.

Sounds like a shit 'artist', no?

But then people say how this 'enigma' is incredible and will be missed. Her God like talents etc etc - comparing her to Billie Holiday etc. It's just totally insulting.

Keep your ill informed, ill considered, 2nd hand Cowell, armchair opinion quiet.

I know your music. I know it well. i hear it. everyday. i know the origin of your opinion. the origin of your quip, your jibe, your musical thought for the day. i know all your 'artists'. all your damn 'anthems'. The song you cry to, the song you shit to, the song you want at your funeral and i fucking cry.
I know your music. but i also know mine. I know the shit you don't. i listen. i do my 'research'. i listen to the music that exists in the world. past and present. i know it all - and i still hardly know any of it. im still learning from it. im still being moved. im being challenged. im feel equally distraught, alienated, unified, humiliated, understood, irrelevant, euphoric, expressive, expressed, pathetic, encouraged etc etc et-fucking-cetera.

And I know you don't know any of this, because if you did - if you had any fucking clue of what was out there to listen to - to REALLY listen to, you'd not give any kind of a fuck for Amy Winehouse.

A man eats white bread all his life and preaches to a chef, "you should try brown bread - it's the most amazing food ever"

And to sum up the Fountainhead thing. I'm so surprised you can read such an incredible book and still lap up this shit........

I haven't got enough time in my life to listen to all the music i want - watch the the films i want - read all the books i want - understand all the cultures i want. My list isn't just what i want, its what i should take in. i owe it to myself as a reasonable human being. As a considered human being. As someone who tries - very fucking hard - to transcend all of the bullshit peddled around me everyday.

But i have to suck it all up because everyone around is feltching this bullshit and spitting it in my fucking direction. And TELLING ME i haven't got a clue.

We make time capsules to preserve for 'whoever - whenever' an image of human life. Of our achievements. our true enlightened achievements. but, they are not 'peoples' achievements - they are the achievements by a select few. by those individuals who were above and beyond. While the rest of the world was 2-girl-1-cup-ping this Amy Winehouse tragedy a few people were thinking - "fuck these children smearing shit on the walls and calling it art. Calling it communication. Calling it important".

I may not be any more than anyone else - but at least i'm trying. at least i'm saying "fuck these children....."

But i know nothing. here i am. alienated.

god bless amy winehouse.
wow, you're a massive cock!