Amy Winehouse succumbed to the curse of 27 today. Why is 27 such an auspicious age for a quick exit from life's freeway? My guess is that at 27 one is still too young fully to appreciate the ravages to the body of life in the fast lane but is old enough to have done irreparable damage, so much so that just one more snort, one more shot, one more binge pushes the self-abuser over the edge. So 27 is a sort of crossroads.
Here is Winehouse singing the great Gerry Goffin-Carole King song, Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? But there never was and never will be a cover superior to the Shirelle's 1961 version. I've loved this song, in this version, ever since I first heard it in '61. Carole King's version from her 1971 Tapestry album is also outstanding.
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