I didn’t see Amy Winehouse’s Glastonbury set on BBC2, and I’m not sure I really want to. I’m not particularly a fan, and by all accounts it was a car-crash; a shambling performance from an anorexic drug addict too drunk to perform properly.
Of course, it was predictable that some third-rate NME hack would proclaim it a work of genius. This toxic little squit appears to imply that it’s necessary for someone to be that screwed-up in order to produce great art, and anyone that disagrees is ‘Daily Mail’.
He claims she “is an icon because she can articulate pain and heartbreak through her songs”. I’ve seen more than one person articulating genuine pain and heartbreak through their songs in the past year and a bit, and not one of them is screwed-up drug addict that will be dead within a year if they don’t clean up.
This post is turning into a bit of a rant, I’m afraid. But I have complete contempt for people that idolise such self-destructive behaviour, or voyeuristically gawp at it.