Off the top of my head: Joplin, Hendrix, Cobain, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Amy...
And then I read a blurb from one of my new favorite authors, Chuck Klosterman. Seven lousy sentences that blew my mind, destroying the whole concept...
*It is worth noting that the following blurb was within an article about the Football Hall of Fame... that the bastard/genius seems to simply stumble across the concept, spit it out, and then tie it in and return to his original argument...
"Amy Winehouse died after making just two albums, which is bad news for Amy Winehouse and all the people who love her music (and for music is general). But she died at the age of 27, which is a meaningful detail to anyone who decided to set up a posthumous Google alert for the word "Winehouse." People will never stop talking about the handful of musicians who died at age 27, and she will forever be part of that class. Otis Redding died at 26 and Bradley Nowell died at 28, so they won't be mentioned the next time some bozo writes a story about "The Curse of 27." Yet Winehouse will appear in those paragraphs. For this reason, we will be continually reminded of Amy Winehouse's death far more often than the death of Jeff Buckley or Bob Marley or Shannon Hoon, and that will tangentially promote the post-life profile of Back to Black. Had she hung on another three months, this would not be the case. And that's fucked up, but it's what happens whenever media becomes the overwhelming force in a society. Cultural memory is now dictated by identifiable news pegs."
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