It was with considerable sadness, but not much surprise, that I learned of her death a week ago. I was on the ferry returning from Spain when I heard the news. I didn’t have any affinity with Amy herself and it was clear some time ago that she had pressed the self-destruct button, but I did feel a loss for the music the world would now not be able to hear – the music she had yet to make.
I was in London yesterday and I realised I was very close to where Amy Winehouse lived, so I went and took a look at her house, the flowers and tributes.
Sadly, I think the empty booze bottles containing flowers speak volumes about her life.
Rest In Peace Amy.