R.I.P. Amy Winehouse

This morning as I was watering my balcony garden, Tom peeked out the window and told me Amy Winehouse was just found dead in her London home. It felt like one of those movie moments where I freeze mid-pour and my plants drown. But I would never do such a thing to my plants, nor would I be able to bring myself to waste so much water. I was, however, extremely shocked then overcome with sadness. She is one of my favorite singers. I am upset mostly because she passed at such a young age and never got a chance to get her act together for a full-on comeback. I have been rooting for her for years, waiting for her to get and stay clean, hoping she would realize she could only push herself so far.

Yeah, yeah, everyone's talking about the 27 Club. I had just learned about it earlier this year on my visit to the Grammy Museum so that was one of the first things I thought too. It's unfortunate that there have been so many musicians that died at that point in there lives, but I guess your body can only take so much and at that point you either wake up and change your habits or keep pushing yourself further. Perhaps they lived recklessly but they were also passionate.

In my opinion, Ms. Winehouse was one of the most talented singers of my time. Her soulful voice, her ability to transform her heartache and pain into amazing music, and her great signature beehive will surely be missed. I'll never fully understand what she went through but at least now she doesn't have to suffer anymore. Rest in peace, Amy.

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