Dear Amy

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The news of Amy Winehouse's death rocked me to the core; not because I was surprised, sadly it seemed like her meteoric rise into the upper echelon of the music world was inevitably going to end.  I think my shock was birthed from a place of sheer disappointment.  You see I was one of those people hoping that Amy could find the inner strength to bid her demons goodbye forever.  But, alas it was too much for Dear Amy. 

There were times I would observe a disheveled, disoriented Amy in the news, wishing I could be her hero. You see I often felt an innate urge to try and save Amy.  The dainty, fireball seemed to be spiraling out of control and I wanted to be her Captain Save An Amy.  Amy became somewhat of a running joke amongst the Hollywood crowd, infamous for her soulful, sorrow ladened vocals as she was for being erratic. 

Dear Amy, you are gone from this cruel world now, no longer must your demons torment you.  Most people never knew you were struggling from bi-polar disorder and you were not taking your meds.  You see Amy chronicled her resistance to rehab in her 2006 'Rehab'.  Amy you battled demons you had no control over, you chose drugs to cope with the bi-polar disorder eating away at you. 

Amy you had a special way of making each and every song you sang sound like your last.  A young Billie Holiday, you had a lot in common with the greats that hailed before you.  Your lyrics were wrought with tragic truth and bittersweet melodies. The hurt and anguish was so startling at times that the lyrics to 'You Know I'm No Good' still haunt me as I recall 'I told ya, I was trouble, you know I'm no good.'

Sleep on Amy, rest in eternal, uninterrupted sleep, gone too but inevitably soon... Your music will live on forever, your curtain has closed and the harrowing tragedy we watched in the public eye is now finished.  We will have to be content to serenade our sorrows with the soulful sounds of your debut album 'Frank' and your smash album 'Back to Black'. 
 

LV