An Open Letter to Duffy

Dear Duffy,

After hearing about you on the grape vine for some time now, I decided to look into you further about a month ago. How glad I am that you did. Yes, your song are fabulous, but your talent is what is truly inspiring. I saw you on Jools Holland last week and you are so effortless when you sing; a true talent. You’re at number one, and are about to be thrust into the limelight.

Now, onto the more serious part. The last time I thought this about a new singer was when I saw a certain young female singing over the radio by the name of Amy Winehouse. When I looked her up she, like you, seemed shy, unaware of just how great her voice really is. Perfectly normal looking, a normal figure with long dark hair. Back to Black was later released and yes, she had started up a relationship with some heavy duty liquid eyeliner and ‘dabbled in drugs’, but much was still the same. I bought the album almost immediately as it was so good. And now look at her. So thin she may actually break during high winds, hair that is just plain ridiculous, eyeliner up to her brows, a woeful addiction to heroin and a husband who is ‘incarcerated’ (which she feels she has to remind us of at any given opportunity). It is really very sad, and what with her being Queen of the tabloids these days, the magic in her music is seemingly lost, buried under the tittle tattle and rumours about her dwindling personal life. So Duffy, I ask you this – please take heed. Avoid the seedy clubs, the men who promise the world, the pedestals they will force you upon to make it easier to tear you down. Please just make your music and play your shows, and stay the humble Welsh girl that I saw on TV afew days ago. Be the example others can follow.

Emma

PS: The shoes you were wearing on Jools were killer, please let me have them in return for my sound words of advice.