Amy Winehouse was found dead in her London apartment today. This is such sad news to me. I was so hoping she would find her way back and start creating more of her terrific music. I loved her voice and her songs so much. My niece called me and gave me the news. She said she could relate to Amy because the love affairs she spoke of were like hers: fucked up, undefined. She said she never experienced love like – say the kind Adele writes about. Amy spoke to a generation. My niece said that she was the first artist of her generation who died like this. It was tragic for her. It is tragic for me because I was waiting for the next project – for the next gift of song treasures that she was going to give to us. It never came.
Poor lost soul, poor girl. I am bracing myself for the heartless cruel things that people will say. You know how awful humans can be when they get the chance to relish in someone’s misfortune. I am not like this. I am not the person who says: “She’ll be dead in a year.” I think predicting such a thing is horrific. I always have hope. And I really hoped that Amy would be able to pull it together.
Her voice is silent now. But I am so thankful for that one album “Back to Black” that excited me like no other in recent memory. All of those wonderful songs. Rest in Peace Amy Winehouse. Thank you for sharing your huge gift with us for a little while.
