so singularly identifiable, so stunningly intimate, so hauntingly unforgettable in its timbre, tone, timing and impeccable delivery, [Amy Winehouse,] the equally literate crafter of cut-above tunes most likely went too far during one of her sorrow-snuffing self-medicating sessions. And yes, she does join an elite clutch of stellar artists who also died during their 27th year, an eerious case of serendipity if ever one existed. Leonard Cohen, in Tower of Song (I'm Your Man, 1988) refers to "27 angels from the great beyond" on that wall-to-wallop disc's closer because, as some of us obsessive trivia trackers know, that's how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. (Only 26 angels dance tonight.)
from Judith Fitzgerald: The Globe and Mail: In Other Words: MuseSplashes
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