“Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you’re doing
And in my head I paint a picture.”
I hate to admit I never listened to Amy Winehouse when she was alive. I held an instant distaste of her from the first moment I saw her. The hair, the makeup, the tattoos, the way she dressed. Yes, I judged the book by the cover. But after hearing an excerpt of the current documentary on the radio. I went to see the film.
What a talent, what a waste, What a tortured soul. And the people around her were either too self-centered, or simply not strong enough to give her the help or support she needed. But would anybody have been able to save her?
I listened to her songs all day yesterday. I am an undeniable fan of hers now. Too late. There will be no more songs. No more of that voice!
No more Amy!