On Amy Winehouse

"In an industry of factory-produced icons and committee-born sounds, she stood out as the real thing. She was dark and weird, sad and bawdy—a modern hotchpotch with some richly anachronistic ingredients. And her voice—that voice—was the robust stuff of anthem ballads and velvet growls. ... Winehouse's voice sounded like aged whisky left in a juice glass overnight. It was excellent, then it was muffled, and now it is gone."

--this was the best I could find you (from an Economist blog)

It turns out that the other obituary that I thought was good was in a tabloid, so I won't link to that here. In general, I've been disappointed by the writing about Amy Winehouse. By and large, it doesn't go deeper than drugs and alcohol. Many writers seem to just turn articles into D.A.R.E. advertisements. Also--a pet peeve--over and over people and writers say, "What a waste" regarding Winehouse. As if those people have some claim over Winehouse's talent. Or as if the amount of art produced is the best measure.