Amy Winehouse in Love
As if it were a sonic rehabilitation, Amy’s voice remains intact, she has done something so fantastic and melancholic that in this podcast we’re going to make a musical tale where we read between the lines to discover Amy Winehouse in love.
She tells her boy that he knows very well that she’s no good, that she brings trouble.
But there’s no other, there will never be another. She spends her entire life proving to the world that he is her love, her destiny, and her pain. In the morning she complains because he’s not strong.
“Haven’t you realized, you’re supposed to be the man,” she tells him. There’s silence, she breathes, smokes, drinks, drinks again, and from her mouth only smoke comes out, mixed with faint words. “We both know what this is,” she tells him.
She has so many complaints in her head but only manages to say in the midst of her drunkenness that he was supposed to be the man she lived for. There’s no room for tears or melancholy. She stumbles with the room’s decoration, looks at herself in the mirror, fixes her makeup, lines her eyes and somehow gets on enormous heels that balance the gin. Her gaze changes while she holds a glass in her right hand, she knows that tonight, he is completely hers. Promises come and go under the sheets, he loves her today, but she, while she gathers herself in her man’s skin, doubts.
“Will you love me tomorrow?” asks the tattooed woman, completely naked by the hotel window.
Days have passed and she suffers, her destructive side has grown considerably, she takes refuge in her parents’ house, but it’s like walking in a minefield. And she knows she’s about to step on one. She doesn’t forget what her father did to Janis.
She can’t disconnect him from her life, she knows she’ll choose the wrong man as naturally as she sings. She asks herself again and again, what is it with men?
She doesn’t stop drinking, she pushes him away, but he’s in another’s eyes, in the body and ecstasy of any stranger. She knows she hasn’t been unfaithful because she hasn’t stopped thinking about him, they can look like him, but still they say love is blind.
And now the final scene, because love is a losing game, and she knows it, her thin body increasingly supports less the weight of her glass. She refuses to leave him, because this is a love song, and even if it’s about some inhuman war she wants to stay firm by his side. Even when she knows her bitter end.
Everything is in black, and the time for regret doesn’t exist. He has gone to familiar territory and Amy, Amy is back to black.
Somehow Back to Black sums up Amy Winehouse in love.
