Ten Years Of ‘Back To Black’: Why We’ll Always Love Amy Winehouse, Flaws And All

10.27.16 1 month ago 3 Comments

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I still remember the first time I actually heard Amy Winehouse. I had listened before, but, to quote the great Sidney Deane, there’s a difference betweenhearing and listening.

In the idiocy of my own close-mindedness, I’d seen and listened to Amy before and immediately decided she wasn’t for me. The flared eye liner, the messy makeup, the beehive hair, the not-so-straight, not-so-pearly-white teeth and the squawking chorus of “Rehab” were all too much. I tuned her out and never returned. Boy was I stupid. Luckily for me, I had my friend Tim. Back To Black turns ten today, and because of him that actually means something to me.

Tim and I have been exchanging bits of pop culture with each other almost since the moment I met him. He’d explain his reverence for Kid Cudi one day, and I’d tip him off about a song by Future called “March Madness” another day. Throughout the years it had all evened out somehow until it came to Amy. I’ll never be able to repay the debt I owe him for finally getting me to hear Amy.

Tim spent years driving me around, for reasons neither of us really understand, so I spent years hearing the soundtrack of his life until eventually, parts of it became the soundtrack to mine, too. Part of the reason our friendship works is because music seems is always at the center of it. That day, we sat in his car, following the old adage that our moms used to scold us with “when you drive, you get to pick the music.” Tim hadn’t spoken a word to me about Amy Winehouse before, but when he played “Stronger Than Me” from her debut album Frank the struck such a deep chord in me that the only response I could come up with was the was the eloquent “Yo, what the f*ck is this?”

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I almost didn’t believe him when he told me it was Amy Winehouse. This was the “Rehab” singer, too? That night I downloaded both her albums, Frank and Back To Black, not knowing then it’d be the only music she’d get to release in her short lifespan. Ultimately, Frank was intriguing, and special in the way only a debut album can be, but it was the brooding, jazz and Motown-infused ride of Back To Black that has forever left a stamp on my psyche, my marriage and my life. Simply put, Amy’s music transcends genre, or creed, style or gender. I was a fan.

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