Sleeping Around: Amy Winehouse - addicted to love?
"Up All Night With Amy Winehouse",in which a Rolling Stone writer buzzes Amy Winehouse at 4am and is invited into her Camden crack den for banana sandwiches and rambling monologues about her jailbird husband Blake is perhaps the most convincing evidence yet that she's on the fast track to death.
She's still doing loads of drugs, battling emphysema and open sores, and her only friends seem to be paparazzi who camp outside her house and occasionally buy her beer.
Worst of all, she's surrounded by enablers and seems to have no friends who are providing her with reality checks. When her friend says that she think she's been in love before, Amy replies: "No, if you had, you'd be dead because you weren't together."
Her so-called "love" for incarcerated husband Blake isn't actual love, it's just another form of addiction, one that could be even more lethal than the rocks that she's smoking. It's very sad.
No, its not sad. Disease and famines are sad and tragic.
Rich girl likes getting high is not sad, it is pathetic.
The curse of modern society is celebrity culture, as in the absence of any unifying social belief then people believe in the celebrities pumped out by the media. As they once visited shrines and went on pilgramiges, they now visit rock stars homes and go to festivals.
It is all so boring now. Politicians want to be rock stars and rock stars politicians.
The domination of celebrity culture is merely the final phase in the breakdown of modern societies.
History will record that when capitalism collapsed it was prefigured by multi-millionaire musicians lecturing us on climate change whilst smoking crack.
Posted by: Lee John | Saturday, 28 June 2008 at 10:46 AM