Have had major memory lapse. For the life of me I can not remember the name of that singer, you know, the amazingly talented one who was all skin and bones and big hair, and all you ever read about a couple of years back. she of the bloodied ballet pumps, kohl, car crash lifestyle, appalling taste in boyfriends/husbands, whose cuddley daddy used to be constantly wading in, bailing her out, cleaning her up, shouting 'she's all right, she's just a youngster..' to the baying media, before thrusting her back on stage.
This was apparently the best UK singer/songwriter of her generation. someone super gifted who could play a variety of instruments, pen globalwide hits to which she would overlay her unique deep husky pitch-perfect vocal chords. And wasn't it a shame that she's such a tragic, tortured genius whose path of self-destruction is depriving us music lovers of more of her aural ambrosia.. blah blah, yadda yadda, tut tut, hmm.
She didn't self-destruct, much to the disapppointment of the slavering ambulance-chasers - she just slipped into obscurity. I've got a couple of her CDs for goodness sake but can not remember her name. It was only a few years ago, Back to Black....there's a tube joke for god's sake... Man, maybe this is early onset alzheimer's, or maybe it's the transient nature of pop genius. Adele who..?
but no, she of more tatts than skin and precarious beehive, my mind's a blank. Hold on, I know. Will google...
amy winehouse. phew, thank god. i am at peace.
Where is she now...?
Not sure, but I saw her on the tube once.... Really..?...Yeah, yeah, she got off at High Barnet (sorry), never to be seen again.