I’ve recently been listening a lot to Amy Winehouse. I heard one of her songs– the unapologetically ribald “You Know I’m No Good”– on the flight to Singapore, and recently found a note about the song in the margins of my notebook. Some of her songs are just okay, but the best ones are jaw-dropping: like Oleta Adams or Jessica Andrews, she has a capacity to deliver astonishing performances, embedded in a sonic mix of soul, reggae, mbaqanga, and electronic (a combination that reminds me, of all unexpected things, of some of Bruce Cockburn’s work). Really something.

[To the tune of Amy Winehouse, “You Sent Me Flying,” from the album “Frank“.]