Hot off the presses, "Up All Night With Amy Winehouse" in which Rolling Stone scribe Claire Hoffman wanders, unannounced, into Amy Winehouse's crack den in Camden and experiences the singer in her natural tin-foil, beer can, and lingerie box scattered environment. The details, while sordid, are not at all shocking for anyone who has been following Winehouse's various trials and travails: she stays up all night, entertaining a variety of paparazzi and hangers on; her body is covered in sores as a result of her drug use; she's charming, yet can't stop talking about how miserable she is because her beloved partner-in-crack, husband Blake Fielder-Civil, is incarcerated (though she all but admits to affairs with her manager's assistant Alex Haines and Towers of London bassist Kristian Marr). Though Hoffman's story had no new revelations, the narrative convinces me of one thing: Amy Winehouse is not long for this world.
It's not just because she has emphysema, though that obviously doesn't help. It's because she sees nothing wrong with her behavior, and is so far from admitting to any addiction that attempts to help her would be futile. Not that anyone is actually trying to help her, mind you. Hoffman writes, "at Winehouse's place, there's no publicist or manager to be seen, no crisis-management squad deployed to save one of the decade's most successful female vocalists from public shame. That's not Winehouse's style - it's just her and a girlfriend. British singer Remi Nicole pores over the paper, annoyed, telling her friend that all this scandal has to stop."
And even the construction of that sentence: no publicist, manager or crisis management squad — what about the people who actually care about her? Are there any of them out there? At this point, even Britney Spears' famewhoring family swooped in and wrested control of Britney's life and finances. Meanwhile, Amy's parents are talking to the Daily Mail instead of their daughter. And still, with her health in serious danger, Amy breezily says things like, "I've never been to rehab, I mean, done it properly…I'm young, and I'm in love, and I get my nuts off sometimes. But it's never been like, 'Amy, get your life together. '"
But even if someone locked Amy up in rehab, she'd have to want to get better. And the following exchange between Amy and Remi Nicole makes me realize she probably never will. "'I want to fall in love like Amy,'" says Nicole. 'I think I've been in love before.' Winehouse lifts her head: 'No, no, if you had, you'd be dead because you weren't together.'" She's so caught up in the utterly idiotic, sophomoric romantic notion of a Romeo and Juliet love affair, that she's destined for the same star-cross'd fate.
"Up All Night With Amy Winehouse" [Rolling Stone]