If the cliché of Amy Winehouse's rise as talented genius and fall as self-destructive circus act egged on by our rubbernecking is, Mamalizza reminds me that she had the consideration to kick off at that magical death age for musicians, 27. Well done, Amy, you've made it into The 27 Club.
All of whom I could really give fuck-all about, other than Robert Johnson.
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Of course Hendrix, but Chris Bell and D. Boon as well. And the second best songwriter in Nirvana.
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