Yesterday,
you and I went to see 'Amy' the movie.
At first when I saw commercial for the documentary- -'I thought oh no,
it's going to be a so tragic.' But then I remembered how sacred the
act of art is. And Amy Winhouse was
one the most brilliant musicians of the 21st
century-- so far. She wanted to be known as a 'jazz artist.' Interesting, how
correlated addiction and art is? That is what this documentary
touched on. The limelight can kill a passion. And the energy of
fanatics from all around the world-- essentially throwing themselves
at you, because your an Aphrodite. The
males closest to her could have been her abusers too, all that greed
of drugs & money (they go hand & hand.) But again she was an
artist, the fame that came with her talent contributed to her
addictions; clearly. But her main vice was love. Any documentary that draws
attention to the trauma that makes art is really profound... that's
what this was.
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