We hear about political Freedom. Cultural freedom, not so much.
When a unique voice appears -- Saint Barfly -- corporate media belittle the contributions.
Amy Winehouse hit it big with "Pumps,"a call to the London bar gals. Nightly degradations, no whining. Still high on request totes.
Then "Back to Black" sold 5,000,000 in England alone. At Mercury Awards she flat laid out an audience of professionals.
Problem is, this talent exists in a life off track.
She drinks. One period, twas heroin. (Stopped cold.)
Guy she's crazy about is a manipulative, low-testosterone type with criminal problems. (Tall! Cute! Bad!)
Yesterday coppers cuffed this hubby. Attempting to bribe a witness.
Bluntly, why should freedom be worth it?
Why not kick in for corporate Materialism? Toe the mark.
Well, the integrity of culture -- jazz/blues, speaking -- don't go that way.
Amy could hear Chicago's Nelson Algren: "Never fall in love with anyone sicker than you are."
Managing freedom can be a bitch.
I see no excuse, whatsoever, for mentioning Socks the Cat. So I won't.
DL Show unplugged VALERIE. from about the 1:30 mark to the end, this has a truly extraordinary vocal.
With a half-tuned guitar back, no sound, no nothin -- this "Valerie" (written by David McCabe, of Glascow and The Zutons) is getting 20,000+ hits a day on YouTube. Accellerating....
Reaching back to scat and jazz roots:
Moody's Mood for Love.
Here it is. "Fuck Me Pumps."
Here's the BEST version of Rehab. Fun with Kelly Osbourne, slightly tipsy on afternoon beer, a super crowd singing along.
And an indecent kicker. Like the English language didn't have a full quota of curses.... She's got her own personal newby, "Fuckery" -- aka "Me and Mr Jones."
Shakespeare didn't even get his own personal curse word.