Amy Winehouse Joins the 27 Club

I’m not sure what to think.  It’s ghoulish and it’s morbid and it’s bitter.

The woman who sang “Rehab,” a defiant paean against recovery, has died of a possible drug overdose.  Singer Amy Winehouse was 27.

She burst onto the scene with a mixture of Motown and Stax / Volt charm, her hair and makeup a tribute to the Ronettes and the Crystals.  Her songs were blunt and pointed, with lyrics sharing both defiance and vulnerability.

And through it all, a tortured soul who appeared in more issues of News of the World than in Billboard.  The woman earned five Grammy awards; she also developed an addition to cocaine and to heroin; to ecstasy and to a dozen other drugs.

And now she’s a member of the 27 Club, a musical fraternity of great renown and abbreviated potential.  Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain and Brian Jones all died without reaching their 28th birthday.

It’s strange – at one point we saw Amy Winehouse on MTV, her tattooed, lithe body crooning to “You Know I’m No Good” and “Rehab” and other tracks.  And now she’s a statistic.

Just another rock and roll death.

Just another statistic.

This isn’t right.  It probably never will be right.  Their careers take off like shooting stars across the sky – and then they burn away even quicker.

Rest in peace, Amy Winehouse.  Such potential, destroyed by demons that were unfortunately stronger than your will power to survive.