On Huey Lewis and Amy Winehouse
Saturday night, as I was somewhere in the middle of a fairly packed Chastain Park in Atlanta, sweating my ass off, grooving to the surprisingly good soul music coming from Huey Lewis and the News (turns out they’re good for more than just pop hits), I got thinking about Amy Winehouse.
Where Dylan gets to regale us year after year on a neverending tour which sees him sometimes brilliant, sometimes incoherent, but always remarkably, artistically honest and human, the best we can do now is pull up Winehouse on YouTube. RIP.