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Adele's tribute

Yesterday my bf sent me this article, which is so sweet and lovely. We both know Adele & Amy came from England. Both are remarkably talented singer. I love Adele since "Chasing Pavement" came out, but my heart belong to Amy Jade. She was legendary. And she set the standard for young British female singers. So they can stand where they are now.

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From: Dieter <d1e_ter@yahoo.com>
Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:04:59 +0700
To: intan.juliana@ymail.com<intan.juliana@ymail.com>
Subject: Amy

A lovely tribute from Adele to Amy in Billboard this week...

http://www.billboard.com/#/news/adel...2.story?page=1

Also in your Royal Albert Hall performance, you have a dedication to Amy Winehouse. Obviously people have compared you since you're both white British singers with soul, but do you feel any affinity with her beyond that? 

I certainly think Amy set the bar and a standard, but for singers and artists in general. Though of course there was a flurry of British women who came out with debut records after "Back to Black," and I do think there was more interest because of her. I loved her for the same reasons everyone else did -- firstly, she was a remarkable singer but she was a believable and relatable artist, feisty but timid and fun but tragic -- normal! She created herself. That's what inspired me. I see no appeal in having a very specific plan as an artist. Who fucking cares if people don't get it or don't like it? I'd rather trust myself, to like what I've done and stick to my guns than make music I don't like, wear clothes that don't suit me and flutter between genres because I'm scared I won't be relevant if I pass my "sell by" date. Amy tattooed that in me! She made music because she was good at it and wanted to. And she was a huge artist who was always a bigger fan. That's why I gravitated towards her and listened when she sang and spoke... Or snarled!


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