Amy Winehouse - The ghosts of the 60s salute you!

Amy Winehouse looks set to miss next month's Grammy awards despite receiving nominations in 6 categories. The British starlet and notorious substance abuser has been warned that she won't be granted a US visa unless she can prove she is clean.  Naturally Amy isn't willing to cast aside several years of painstakingly cultivated addiction for the sake of one, all be it celebrious, awards ceremony and looks likely to remain in London and hope that the event somehow manages to muddle on without her. According to The Sun Newspaper a Source Said:           

"Her team are desperate to clean her up as the Grammy's is such a big deal. But Amy’s not so bothered."

At this point I feel I should nail my colors to the mast, I like Amy Winehouse. I've never met her, I've not even bought any of her records but there's something about her shambolic, drug riddled persona that I find strangely endearing. Even the all too common sight of her teetering half cut from a night club at 3am like a disheveled flamingo is somehow appealing. Maybe it's because her antics put me in mind of a bygone age when rock stars lived fast and had the good commercial sense to die young. It's a statistical fact that a musician in the 60s and 70s was twice as likely to choke to death on their own vomit than to die in an accident or of natural causes. I don't, of course, wish that sort of demise on Amy Winehouse but you've got to love her for trying. If only a few of her contemporaries would put in the same kind of effort the world would be a far better place - Geri Halliwell are you listening?