Winehouse.

just a couple of days back in singapore and the internet was covered with news of Amy Winehouse's death.  i usually remain pretty unaffected by celebrity death. when jackson died last year all i thought was, well ok thats sad, i thought it was madly hypocritical how suddenly everyone was listening to jackson songs, and praising the crazy dude like he had always been their idol. crowds love tragedy, and more than that, they love to act like they are moved by it. now i choose to speak about jackson, because while he was a different crazy and a different talent than was winehouse, both were in their own ways massacred by the media and the public. jackson with his is he isn't he a pedophile and why the fuck is he dangling a baby from the balcony and of course his on again on again affair with plastic surgery; regardless of did he didn't he, he was torn apart by the media, his 'fans' mocked him and he was pretty irrelevant the last few days before he died. and suddenly after that, the jackson fever started, elevating him once again to the pedestal he stood upon when his nose was bigger and skin a few shades darker.

Winehouse was a drunk and a crackhead. she was damaging herself. pictures have been strewn across magazines, newspapers and the internet, showing her walking out of a club, dazed, with hardened  powder lining her nostrils, and trailing over her lip. and all the pictures of her various skin disorders, her public craziness with the Blake guy. i mean she was sawed into pieces by everyone. people laughed at her. and now with her death, just as jackson was, suddenly winehouse is everyones favorite, suddenly everyone is talking about her 'talent'.

does anyone really give a shit? or are we all just so easily swayed by massemotivemovements? or is it just guilt? or humane sides being instigated by death. or are we all just selfish softies, craving for our happy endings in the celebrities we make gods?

thing is, and i'll be honest, her death crushed me a little because she was young, just a little older than me.
but it is so much more selfish than that.
back to black was so good, just how massively amazing would her next album have been?

i don't think any of us give a shit about the person she was, or the drugs she did or the meals she threw up. i don't think any of even give a shit that she's dead.

because at the end of it all, i didn't know her.
so, i don't miss amy.
i just miss the music she could have made.