Now that Amy Winehouse has passed away at the age of 27, she joins a more
illustrious, but sadder group. Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison all
died at age 27. Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain committed suicide at age 27. And the
bluesman Robert Johnson also passed away at that age.
Rock stars who have died at age 27 seem to have packed in a lot of living into a few years,
almost as if they were aware that time was catching up to them.
— Christopher John Farley, The Wall Street Journal.
What an incredibly sad story.
It’s as if her talent was so big, she was afraid of it, and had to run away from it, or to kill it, take something amazing and crush it.
What a life she could have had, full of riches, fulfilled dreams. But something in Amy Winehouse was compelled to end it all at the bottom of a bottle, with her lips around a bong. No one was able to save her.
I had a friend like Amy, a talented musician who died before his time. In the final days, he would pass friends on the street and not recognize them. He stopped showing up for his life, and ended up poor, dirty, miserable and dead.
People loved him, but he loved his addiction more.
He lied, he cheated, he stole, he used people, for his addiction.
After a while, the addiction took him over completely; the man we knew, loved and admired was gone.
Only the addiction was left.
And then it was gone, too.
What a waste.
I still visit him now and again, sitting in the backyard listening to his voice resonating through the trees, his harp still chilling my backbone.
The CD’s out of print, but I still have a copy. At least I still have a piece of him.
We have a piece of Amy Winehouse, too. We will listen to her unique voice while we mourn the loss of brilliance and potential.
The voice is still alive out there.
The girl died long ago.