Monday, July 25, 2011
I don't eulogize often, and I am not sure this will even be a eulogy in the traditional sense. If you did not hear already, British singer Amy Winehouse died from a drug overdose this weekend.
I really loved Amy's music, and her voice was one of my favorites. I don't know that she was that likable of a person, but drug addicts seldom are. I am not overly saddened by her death, but more that it took so long. By the time she got any press in the States with Back to Black (her second album) she was already pretty bad off. In a Rolling Stone interview she was painted rather horribly, and while I am no fan of that magazine it seemed an honest account of the meeting. Frankly, I never expected to see another album from her either due to her death or perhaps she would simply vanish. I do blame a lot of her problems on her husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, who reportedly started her on harder drugs. Whether this is fact or not, it is pretty clear he is a major scumbag who was imprisoned "following his guilty plea on charges of trying to pervert the course of justice as well as a charge of grievous bodily harm with intent." [link]
Now, certainly one could conceivably refuse the descent into severe drug addiction, though for many I find this concept hard to swallow. When you are already a troubled person, and a bit of an odd-ball (Russell Brand mentions how odd it was that she was a jazz singer) you often look for anything to alleviate the pain. When someone you think loves you offers an escape you are likely to take it. The same could be said for extreme exercise regimens or religious zealotry.
Anyway, I loved Amy's music, and my only regret is that she did not die quickly enough to avoid becoming a joke. She had one of the great voices and that is what I'll remember.
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