I TRIED A NEW WALK ROUTE YESTERDAY and ran into singer Amy Winehouse. “I thought you were dead,” I said. “I am, Gramps. I’m just a figment of your imagination,” she said, sneering at me. We were walking down Bevin Boulevard, which has a wide sidewalk. “You’re a member of that famous 27 Club, aren’t you, where all the members are mostly singers who died at the age of twenty-seven?” “So what? Don’t make a big deal about it,” she spat. “But it is a big deal,” I insisted, “because its members include Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain. You’re in good company.” “Just a bunch of dumb druggies,” she said, frowning. “Well, that may be,” I pointed out, “but you died of alcohol poisoning yourself.” “Yeh, but they were much worse,” she argued, continuing that “Joplin died of a heroin overdose, Hendrix choked on his own puke while high on barbiturates, Cobain was a known addict who shot himself, and Jim Morrison supposedly died of a heart attack in the bathtub. Right! Lucky for him the French didn’t require an autopsy.” We were approaching a stop light. “That’s a lot of lost music,” I offered. “So you say,” said Winehouse, “but I’m the only one who could actually sing.” “I don’t think having a good voice is a requirement to be a rock star,” I countered. “I’ll give you that,” she replied, “and I know I wasn’t no Barbra Streisand, but I’m a lot better looking.” She fluffed her hair. I was by this time tiring of the conversation. “Well, I’m going this way,” I told her, and I turned at the light. “See ya,” I called after her. “Just call me Valerie,” she yelled back, and broke into song.
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