I was not expecting to hear that Amy Winehouse had died at her London home.
Over the years I never really liked Amy but I felt sorry for her in most ways possible. I marvelled at her amense power in her voice but behind her extremely damaged eyes I think we could all see the women inside crying and screaming for help. Amy battled drug and alcohol abuse for years and found comfort in her ex Husband Blake who was also a drug and alcohol abuser. After getting married Blake assaulted a stranger on a night out fuelled by drugs and drink and was served a 6 month prison sentence which was later cut short due to good behaviour. Once released Blake tried to patch things up with Amy but she was on the straight and narrow road to recovery. Amy managed to sustain Blake advances and actually moved onto have many other relationships for the following two years untill her untimely death.
Music made Amy and destroyed her.
I gave her the money and fans she always dreamed of... But it also gave her a hell of a drugs addiction and struggled to be seen sober anywhere she went. Her voice was inspiring and the pain in her life was obviously vented through her power ballads and number one hits.
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