It’s been just over a week since the world lost a truly singular, tragic talent. Amy Winehouse was only 27 years old when she died last weekend. Let’s face it; with her history of drugs and alcohol abuse, it was easy to see it coming. Of course that doesn’t make Amy Winehouse’s passing any less sad, for she was part of a long line of people who dealt with talent and fame through self-destructive behavior.
I fell in love with the talent that was Amy Winehouse in the summer of 2007 when I heard “You Know I’m No Good” for the first time. I bought the Back To Black album not long after, and I was taken in by the retro-soul goodness of it all. Around the same time, she and her then-husband (who, incidentally, was the one who turned her onto hard drugs) got into some criminal trouble. It was easy to see even then that the cycle of her behavior would be difficult to break.
Every time I read or heard a story about more trouble…breakdowns, terrible performances, brief stints in treatment…I knew she was on a destructive path that would take major changes to reverse. Needless to say, her death was unsurprising, even to the ones to whom she was closest. My prayers go out to her family and loved ones, and my heart is heavy at the knowledge that a beautiful voice and immense talent are no more.