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I thought she was black, the first time I heard her sing, Rehab. The song had a raw emotional, yet cool, bluesy vibe. Etta James, in another key. You don't run across very many singers in a lifetime who have that unique talent. Why are artists afflicted by demons? They operate in different planes than the rest of us mortals. Shooting stars, walking infernos. As intense as their music, writing, painting or other creative path, they also have a need for numbing cocktails of drugs and booze. I feel depressed this weekend. Not just for Amy, but the innocent victims in Norway.
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