I'm not sure why, but I follow British singer Amy Winehouse's shenanigans on a daily basis.
Maybe I think with my daily attention I can will her to stay alive in spite of her Herculean problems with alcohol and drugs.
But maybe it's just selfish of me in the end because I really love her music and would like to hear more of it as time moves ahead.
I realize the sight of her frolicking topless in the Carribbean is not exactly sexy, but it looks a damn sight better than the usual emaciated, zoned out druggie pics of her I usually see.
She's divorcing Blake incarcerated, thank God, and before he violated probation and returned to prison, he admitted he turned her on to heroin and crack and self mutilation. He's asking for a million pounds to give her a divorce. Sounds like a bargain to me.
Give a chump like him a million quid and he'll shoot it or snort it or drink it up within a month or so.
Winehouse is obviously an habitual personality who's way too impressionable to be around other addicts. I wish she'd meet and fall in love with a decent person who'd help her shape up and get back to the creative life we've all seen in her.
I saw Hendrix, Joplin and Morrison all die at age 27 back in the '70's and it hurt my young psyche. I hope I don't have to see her end up with the same fate.
Here, if you haven't seen her yet, this is what all the hubbub was about.