9 Mile Skid On a 10 Mile Ride

That particular line is part of a verse in a Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia song.  It’s also one of those phrases that is so descriptive I can’t believe it hasn’t become more a part of the vernacular of the American language.  I got to thinking about it as I read last week that Amy Winehouse was arrested.  Again.  My friend Mara likes to equate Amy and her husband Blake to another famous road-to-ruin couple, Sid and Nancy.

By most accounts, Sid Vicious was the epitome of the hate, cruelty, and general nastiness the Sex Pistols sang about.   It kind of makes sense that even if you don’t start out that way, all that wallowing about in loathing will eventually have an affect on you.  But what’s Wino’s excuse?

Anyway, if you figure her chart-topping album and record of the year award are the first mile of the ride, she’s about a mile or mile-and-a-half down the skid.  That should leave us with at least another couple of years of juicy tidbits about someone whom the only person she hates more than everyone else in the world is herself.

But that’s just one man’s opinion.