July 23, 2011
Amy Winehouse looking great in London last week. I was musing then about what Amy should do with her hair. :(
The idea that I could sit here and type, "I never thought I'd be saying this" about the death of Amy Winehouse is absurd, given the reality of her life for the past 5 years. I always hoped that she would have a happy ending of earned wisdom, career or no career. Today's social media storm of news and commentary was as much a spectacle as her recent life. The poor judgment, in my opinion, of some tweeters was balanced by incredibly articulate comments about her and the trouble she faced. I don't have much to add except this...
All I can do is feel incredibly sad for those who loved her, be it family, friends or fans, of which I am one. I can only guess, given the pretty flagrant clues, that Amy Winehouse was deeply troubled. It makes sense that this pain - whatever spurred it - probably predates her fame. In fact, it may be what led her to express herself through music in the first place. And then those personal issues devoured her.
An online friend of mine who had met her told me that Amy was lovely, bright in person, never wanted fame and was scared of playing live. Characteristics you cannot glean from a photo of her weaving down a London street in dirty ballet slippers. It's really easy to sit online and judge her and those around her, but life has taught me you cannot make someone change if they don't want to change.
As Popjustice did, I played her music all day long.
And here is my favorite...
My review of Back To Black. The lyrics on that album still astonish me: her spikey wit, elegance of phrase and strong sense of melancholy. She will be missed, but, as I already knew before today, I will never stop playing her music.
And this below, it's brilliant. Think of how the people with her - look at her tiny mom - feel now: