Sunday, July 24, 2011

Amy Winehouse - another victim

I am strangely moved by the death of Amy Winehouse. It brings to mind the 27-year-olds that my generation lost: Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison.

But, more than that, it highlights something Freud talked about, an idea I find incomprehensible but intermittently sense as true. There is some dark link between certain pleasures and love of death.

Addiction kills. There comes a time when when what started out as "fun" slides into self-destruction.  Any addiction is a progressive, deadly disease. And, frankly, that includes food addiction.

Amy herself seemed to glimpse the idea that health is the antidote to addiction. But she rejected it, still hoping that "fun" would become fun again.

From journalist Chris Wilman's interview with Winehouse.

Q: The label went with another single before "Rehab," and I wondered if it's because they were nervous because Americans are conflicted with our attitudes about consumption.
A: "I don't know. Everyone knows that there's certain things that aren't good for you, but there's a fine line between enjoying yourself and being completely healthy. Or do you know what I mean? You can only be healthy to a point, where you're not having fun anymore. Does that make sense?"

I no longer believe that being healthy means you are not having fun.

But then I am no longer 27 either.

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