Amy Winehouse, dead at 27.
Not exactly a surprise, considering her lifestyle. Even the Vegas books took her off the board in “Dead Pools” more than once. But it’s yet another tragic end to what could have been a dynamic career, and unlike most of her 27 Club predecessors, the culture of the times says she should have known better.
But she didn’t want to go to rehab.
(Hey, I wouldn’t want to room with Lindsay Lohan, either.)
From my perspective, as talented as she was, her legacy is too slim to rate alongside club peers like Joplin, Morrison, Hendrix and Jones. But she had friends, and she had family, and she had a boatload of fans. And for them it’s as difficult a day as it was for a young Stones fan when that body was found floating in Winnie The Pooh’s pool.
Who’ll be the next in line?
Thank God that Pete Townshend was wrong.
Had Bob joined the 27 Club, we’d have missed out four more decades of music and film, on challenging religious and political and social commentary, on a true poet’s worldview brought to us through the enhanced artistic platforms he has decided to embrace.
He could isolate himself and spike the ball on a career, but instead he travels the globe and shares his gift an average of two hundred times a year. Performing without ego and fanfare to an ever-growing fan base who hopefully understand that they are seeing one of the brightest lights in the history of popular culture shine in their presence.
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Even mystifying us as a DJ of unparalleled subtleties, whose depth of knowledge is amazing considering he’s spent the vast majority of his life creating his own art. If he can find the time, why can’t we?
So Happy Birthday, Mr. Dylan. I’ll never finish exploring your work, and that’s not a sad thing – it’s a great testament to its amazing scope.
Where does one even start?
A Salute to - and from - Bob Dylan.