donderdag 11 augustus 2011

Sure you're out there, vomiting around

Theodore Dalrymple, altijd goed voor instemmend gegrom en stiekem gegrinnik, slaat in zijn laatste oprisping de plan toch wel grondig mis:

Relatively poor as the rioting sector of society is, it nevertheless possesses all the electronic equipment necessary for the prosecution of the main business of life; that is to say, entertainment by popular culture. And what a culture British popular culture is!
Perhaps Amy Winehouse was its finest flower and its truest representative in her militant and ideological vulgarity, her stupid taste, her vile personal conduct and preposterous self-pity.
Her sordid life was a long bath in vomitus, literal and metaphorical, for which the exercise of her very minor talent was no excuse or explanation. Yet not a peep of dissent from our intelllectual class was heard after her near canonisation after her death, that class having long had the backbone of a mollusc.

(The Australian, 11 augustus 2011)

Je kunt veel van Amy zeggen, maar ze stond als soulzangeres op hetzelfde niveau als Aretha Franklin en Dusty Springfield. Daar doet al dat gezuip, gekots en gespuit niets aan af. En bovendien liet ze ongelooflijk mooie videoclips maken.

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