Amy Winehouse- 10 of the best3 months, 23 days ago
Winehouses heart belonged to jazz and 60 s girl groups, but she was also inspired by hip-hop and Latin music. Here are some of her finest songs
Although Amy Winehouse attended the Brit School and was initially on Simon Fullers management volumes alongside S Club 7 and Gareth Gates, her heart belonged to jazz and 1960 s daughter groups. In itself, her idolisation of Dinah Washington and the Ronettes recognise her from almost all newly minted pop vocalists of the early 2000 s; her exceptionally-susceptible-to-heartbreak voice did the rest. Yet she didnt exist in a retro bubble. She encompassed the jazz standard Round Midnight as the B-side to her second single, Take the Box, and rendered a freewheeling track that reflected her less publicised love of hip-hop and Latin. Even more than the version used for the B-side, an alternate take presents her as young and in love with music: she scats, vamps and plays with the beat, just because she can. The influence of Erykah Badu and Lauryn Hill is obvious, and theres a touch of cabaret, but at around the 1:10 mark she casually bends a series of notes, and the rest of the way flows from there. As one of the most encompassed jazz songs, Round Midnight presented a challenge, but she was completely at ease with its yearning and sensuality.
2. What It Is
The B-side of Winehouses debut single, Stronger Than Me, this track complements the -Asides contemptuous romantic side-eye. Stronger Than Me sneers: You treat me like a lady and you my ladyboy. What It Is stingingly concurs: Your stance became a bore Mr Ultrasensitive, Ill never let myself forget you. Its the kind of blanket condemnation that really demands an answer record from the maligned Mr Ultrasensitive. Taken together, the sungs signal her dislike for beta males( who are further criticised for not being able to separate sex[ from] feeling on In My Bed ). The -Aside was bracing enough to win the 2004 Ivor Novello award for best contemporary sung, but its the flipside that really warrants attention. Accompanied merely by acoustic guitar, Winehouse is totally unadorned, and at the peak of her vocal powers. Her fluidity makes it sound simple, yet shes fully engaged with the lyric the letdown in her voice cant be feigned. This recording induces it easy to understand why her future record company spent several months tracking her down after hearing her sing backing vocals on another artists demo.
Winehouse came of age just as the Wag phenomenon got off the ground, and Fuck Me Pumps is her riposte to women whose lifes run was get with footballers and other rich targets. If there was one thing she disliked, it was a skank and her Gucci-bag crew, so her easy-swinging delivery on this song is deceptive, because it conceals real venoms: Dont be too upset if they call you a skank/ Cos like the news, every day you get pressed, she croons, adding for good measure: Dont be mad at me cos youre pushing 30/ And your old tricks no longer work. The spite was so authentic that you have to wonder whether Winehouse had had a run-in with some brassy gold-digger or perhaps she was just a north London hood girl who called it like she saw it.( She held her childhood idols Salt-N-Pepa in high esteem because they were real women who talked about daughters they didnt like ). Either way, Fuck Me Pumps was one of the highlights of Winehouses first album, Frank. It was almost unheard of for a mainstream female vocalist to use the F-word as a ballad title on the anthem itself, she sings F-me pumps rather than banning herself from radio play by saying fucking and the track aroused a good deal of attention. The position it bespoke forthright and uncompromising turned out to be the real bargain.
Winehouse frequently covered other artists, which could yield spirited-but-WTF moments like her bash at Toots and the Maytals Monkey Man. But when she remained within her soul/ R& B comfort zone, she could be a fantastic and fearless interpreter. Her languid retread of the Shirelles Will You Love Me Tomorrow demonstrates her ability to set her own stamp on things, but straightforward encompass, such as this version of Donny Hathaways Were Still Friends, are equally impressive. Recorded at Londons Union Chapel in late 2006, its so faithful to the original that it transcripts the opening piano riff( she used it again , note for note, on Back to Blacks title track ). Yet the tenor is very different. The lyric is a dialogue between a former couple who run into each other on the street, and agree that the friendship theyve managed to salvage is better than nothing; where Hathaway scarcely keeps back the tears, Winehouse approaches it with a bruised dignity. Until the 1.30 mark then the dam crackings and its obvious how much the dignity is costing her.
Back to Black, Winehouses 12 m-selling second studio album, signalled a complete change. He new co-producer, Mark Ronson( with Salaam Remi ), orchestrated a shift towards R& B that edged her into a more commercial lane, but the fresh direction was underwritten by a series of what can only be described as terrible life options. A drug-drenched relationship with Blake Fielder-Civil publicly recast her as a brawling bad daughter; she romanticised the hopelessness by refusing to go to rehab.( For all its status as her biggest hit, Rehab is nowhere near her best ballad .) Back to Blacks title track was inspired by a divide with Fielder-Civil, who temporarily returned to a previous girlfriend: this spare acoustic version is crushing.
What kind of fuckery is this ?/ You attained me miss the Slick Rick gig! she tuts on this Back to Black track almost certainly the only hour the British-American rapper has been mentioned in a anthem influenced by doo wop and Phil Spector. Winehouses sense of humour didnt often surface, but the turbulence of their own lives hadnt quite quashed it: Me and Mr Jones contains some of her best one-liners, and theres a witty duality in itself in this wedding of rap-loving Londoner and 1950 s American soul. Its about how a fella I used to see didnt get me in to assure Slick Rick, which upset me, but when he got me in to insure Nas, I thought, You know, I dont even like you that much, she explained. When she performed the ballad at Londons Bloomsbury Ballroom in September 2006, before Back to Blacks release, there was already talk about her personal life, but she rose to the occasion, dedicating Me and Mr Jones the full woozy-coquette therapy. If her wattage had been tangibly dimmed by her lifestyle, there was no hint at that point that it was more than a happen problem; if anything, according to some of the showbiz journalists at that gig, her only real task would be getting her career back on track in the face of competition from young hopeful Lily Allen, who had built inroads on what was considered Winehouses audience.
The Arctic Monkeys encompassed this on Radio 1s Live Lounge in 2007, utterly nailing its self-loathing, but Winehouses original has the edge in terms of pure, killing desolation. While recording Back to Black, her relationship with Fielder-Civil lurched from crisis to drug-fuelled crisis and she was feeling it: She never wanted narcotics, she just wanted love. She was into somebody, she would go all or nothing, remembered producer Salaam Remi, who worked on her unfinished third album. This is the album version of You Know Im No Good, which doesnt include the Ghostface Killah verses that were tacked on when it was released as a single. Anyone who hasnt heard the way without Killahs trumpetings( Once you go Ghost, you never go back, he advises, instead missing the tenor of things) needs to listen to the original; its one of the great express of romantic despair.
Winehouses love of hip-hop dated back to when she was 10, and, inspired by Salt-N-Pepa, formed a duo called SweetnSour( unsurprisingly, she was Sour ). With a sympathetic rapper aboard( consider also: Like Smoke, featuring Nas ), Winehouses material acquired a jolt of modernism. Rehabs familiar jauntiness is counterweighted by Jay Zs funny but foreboding poems: Amy should have rehabbed him, stead she doubled his ration/ Can you blame me for being a slave to my passion?/ My heroine flows more lethal than Marilyns nose/ Im an OD til Im in peace like Anna Nicole/ Hov! Getting into the spirit, he sings part of the chorus with her a duo nobody ever thought theyd hear.
Winehouse and Fielder-Civil got married in May 2007, and divorced two years later, with Winehouse declaring their whole marriage was based on doing medications. This Back to Black track feels like a foreboding that the union would be short-lived, depicting an virtually ghostly embarrassment and despair: He gets fierce in my dreamings, seize my guts/ He floors me with dread/ Soaked in spirit/ He swims in my eyes by the bed. Musically, its a country/ doo-wop homage that incorporates the rawboned honesty of the former and the sass of the latter an improbable stylistic cocktail that Winehouse pulls off by going hard on the country pathos and leaving the doo wop to the backing vocalists. Astonishingly, when she played the sung at live in September 2006, she delivered it as a testament of her devotion to Fielder-Civil, who was in the audience. Spotting him, she mouthed I love you; given the deep depression expressed in the ballad( I stay up, clean the house, at the least Im not drinking/ Run around just so I dont have to think about supposing ), her co-dependency is nasty to behold.
Reportedly her last record, this Grammy-winning March 2011 duet brought Winehouse together with one of her idols. The 11 -minute video of the studio conference uncovers her nerves as she arrives at Abbey Road Studios: Ive got my lyrics, I know the sung, she stammers, to the bemusement of the unflappable Bennett. Ive never done anything like this, to sing with one of my idols. Her jittery chat shes palpably shocked at being told there would be no rehearsal before recording started was excised from the official video, obviously, leaving merely the anthem, which has the two vocalists detecting remarkable empathy. The longform version is more interesting: four months before she died, Winehouse was vulnerable and trying to hold it together, but her voice doesnt let her down.
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