But she said no, no, no. And sadly so.
As far as I knew, Amy Winehouse was this pop singer who was known for her bad behavior. Her unfortunate passing has stirred a flurry of media frenzy accompanied by a juggernaut of judgment whizzing past with race car tire burning fury. From "It was inevitable", "Oh I thought she was already dead", to "We cried" were some comments in passing.
Clearly with no personal connection to this artist, I was compelled to research more of her music (apart from "Rehab") and watched YouTube footage of performances before her stardom and decline. At the tender age of 20, her youthful exuberance was a counterpoint to her emotional depth and access to pain. Her acoustic version of Carole King's "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" seemed almost like a premonition as evidenced by her seductive voice / delivery reminiscent of a lonely trumpet player sitting shirtless by a hotel window, blowin some blues with beads of sweat. Her vocal maturity was more akin to that of a weathered 40 year old's. It was truthful and ironically a beautiful symphony of nails accross a chalk board.
Could her untimely death simply be a completion of her artistic journey now that she leaves behind an immortal collection of music? Is her posthumous fame yet to skyrocket ? We never know and I am not the judge. I can only listen to her songs and picture a lost soul from 1960s who had a chance to trail a blaze of glory today, and make a grand exit upon the fruition of such dreams.
As inevitable as it seemed due to addiction and whatever else plagued her, we are brought back to the reality that she is survived by those who knew her as a daughter, girlfriend and family. These people will take no comfort or journalistic glee from comparing her story to those who succumbed to a similar fate at the age of 27. They will simply have to move on, and I wish that they take comfort in her contribution to the world of music.
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