Love’s A Losing Game – Amy Winehouse

Phenomenal that there are sooooooooo Many posts on SteveForTheDeaf and barely any mention of Amy Winehouse. I’m surprized I haven’t been kicked out of Camden and told I’m no longer welcome. That might be because no one I know is allowed to know that this blog exists. This is just for you guys. My close personal strangers.

OK I did write about Green Day’s Tribute right back in the very first flush of SFTD posts. But the lady of the lock is practically a deity around the borough. She worked her way from waitress to songstress there. She blessed many of the locals with stories of ‘the night when…’

The night when she partied at the Hawley Arms with my mate Claire, the night she sang Karaoke at the little Italian place and blew everyone’s minds, The night the gang from The Dev ended up at her flat. And she lives on now in Camden Town in the street art. From Euston up to Kentish Town there are an ever evolving array of Amy Icon’s, stencils and statues. Those iconic eyes look out upon you all over the place.

She’s part of Camden town like The Clash are on the steps by the Dr. Martens store or like Pink Floyd are at the Roundhouse.

So then, to pick just one Amy Winehouse song? I’m assuming you all know Back To Black. The song and the album. I’m assuming everyone with an interest in quality music in this era knows Back To Black back to back. It’s an iconic record. Too big, too bold and too beautiful for the tragic girl to top. There are really only two Amy albums. Everything else is posthumous compilation and tinged with a hint of cash-in.

I’ve chosen Love’s A Losing Game from that masterpiece of an album because Duffy got me on a musical downer yesterday and if we’re doing a week with The Heartbreak Ladies then Amy is the 21st century queen of all that stuff. Buckle up Buttercup, this could get emotional.

9 thoughts on “Love’s A Losing Game – Amy Winehouse

  1. This is just a flat out, big ol’ post, young man. Like so many Americans, Amy was a punchline train wreck to me when she died. The only song I knew was “Rehab,” and the only images I had seen were of her out and not flattering. Then I watched a couple of the documentaries, and I saw how cheated we had been to have had her so reduced. She had been here, and special, and she was gone. She wasn’t coming
    back.

    I’m so pleased that I got around to being interested in her. So, it’s a special post, bro, and not just for me. Your framing is exquisite; maybe those docu-directors and writers should have consulted.

    Hoping for nothing but dry roads for you, sir. Much thanks.

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  2. Interestingly, I got into her music when Frank came out, it was a purchase purely on guesswork and loving the photography in the album. In those days that seem so long ago, but really weren’t…

    The honesty of ‘Frank’ blew me away, and scared me initially because of its brutal honesty but, with that, made me love her and change how I thought about so many things. It’s a stunning one as well.

    I could have seen her in those early days, I won tickets to a Barfly gig in (I think) Cardiff, but just couldn’t get there. I still regret that but I don’t regret telling everyone about that album and when Back to Black hit the scene, woah, the recognition was out there and fully deserved.

    Her death made me sad for two reasons, that of a personal nature because of the loss of someone I thought had so much to give and generally thinking she was phenomenal, it was also sad because you almost saw it coming.

    This track man, this track, along with the flipside of the likes of I Heard Love is Blind, just glorious. She’s a genuine legend.

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