I didn't write anything about the demise of chanteuse and cautionary tale Amy Winehouse. I've always been a Winehouse agnostic, I think she was a talented singer who had the great good fortune of collaborating with a world-class backup band. If she hadn't shuffled off this mortal coil at such a young age, she would have descended inexorably into late-night punchline status. Since her death, her album sales have charted again, and her music is being played with regularity on the radio. Being an irreverent smartass, I've had a twisted little earworm crawling around inside the mazy confines of my brane all week:
They tried to make me grow a meat slab,
I said, "No, No, No."
Told me, "Make a clone, steak without a bone!"
"No, no, no!"
Yeah, I'm pretty much an awful, awful man.