I don’t like to follow an obituary with my personal commentary on the deceased, but in this case I feel that I somehow must try and set the record straight. Amy Winehouse’s death is very sad and, yes, not unexpected. A young lady has died, a talented young lady whose life was singing. You may have liked her music, you may not have thought it special, but the fact is a great many did and this is evidenced by the formidable acclaim given:
“Her 2006 follow-up album, Back to Black, led to six Grammy Award nominations and five wins, tying the then record for the most wins by a female artist in a single night, and made Winehouse the first British female to win five Grammys, including three of the “Big Four”: Best New Artist, Record of the Year and Song of the Year. On 14 February 2007, she won a BRIT Award for Best British Female Artist; she had also been nominated for Best British Album. She won the Ivor Novello Award three times, one in 2004 for Best Contemporary Song (musically and lyrically) for “Stronger Than Me”, one in 2007 for Best Contemporary Song for “Rehab”, and one in 2008 for Best Song Musically and Lyrically for “Love Is a Losing Game”, among other distinctions. The album was the third biggest seller of the 2000s in the United Kingdom.” (from Wikipedia)
So it is impossible to deny her rare talent and acclaim by the above paragraph.
If you don’t like her, just explain why and leave it at that. But the sickos really came out of the woodwork for her death on message board threads. The ‘she brought it on herself’ mongers; those who said her death was somehow ‘elective’
Shame on those people for their unnecessary, twisted comments about a talented but troubled person. It was obvious to just about everyone that she had mental health issues but even then they could not stop. The magazine ‘Heat‘ ran a recurring headline “Where’s Wino”, how proud they must be. ‘The Sun’, as ever, was their to record all of her falls from grace – like that group of newspapers has a moral high ground to stand on. It would be laughable were it not for the fact that a young woman, who brought millions of people happiness with her music, was dying in front of our eyes.
She’s dead now. Those nasty minded critics can save their festering thoughts in the poisoned recesses of their minds for the next victim, poor soul.