Rest in Peace Miss Winehouse. You Were a Fucking Genius.

Amy Jade Winehouse
September 14th, 1983-July 23rd 2011

If you were to ask me a few months ago what celebrity was most likely to not make it to the age of 30, I would have thought about it for less than two minutes, and then said “Amy Winehouse.” My second guess would have been Lindsay Lohan, though we all know LL isn’t quite spiralling down a glass pipe smoke slide in the same way that Amy Winehouse was. This chick was in St. Lucia for over a year, becoming more and more bizarre with the release of each tabloid. Ex-husband drama, weight issues, drugs, breast implants…

…The great thing is, nobody cared about any of that even a fraction as much as they cared about news of new material. Amy Winehouse made two CDs in her lifetime. Her first, Frank, out in 2003, was more of an experimental growing process for Winehouse.

Her second, Back To Black was another story. Like Lady Gaga’s The Fame or Adele’s 21, Back To Black become a huge part of pop culture. The crucial time had arrived when actually going to rehab was simply a better option for celebrities. Plus, it boosted morale to venture to Cirque Lodge or Promises. For a celebrity, it signified improvement. “I am better, I am checking into rehab, I admitted my problem and am seeking help.”

I’d say only 30 percent of famous people who go to rehabilitation centers after DUIs or Possession charges truly believe that they can become sober. The rest might want to and can’t, or they simply don’t want to and are trying to avoid a jail sentence. Therefore the “Rehab” song came at pivotal moment.

“They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no.” It was perfect. It was catchy. It drove me insane to hear it, but I knew it was important. You couldn’t utter the word “rehab” without someone belting out that line.

Over four years passed and nothing but rumors rumors rumors popped up about Amy ever making another album. People wanted it. Now we’ll never see the a finished product. The second Amy Winehouse died was not the second she became a simple sob story. This was not Anna Nicole Smith. This little white Jewish lady could sing. With her Elvira hair and generally disheveled appearance… I will now somehow miss seeing new pictures of her walking down the street in London looking carelessly at the camera. Most of all I will miss the date her new album would have dropped.

And to exit, I will leave you with the most touching quote about Amy Winehouse, and one of the most touching things I’ve read in the normally tainted and insincere media. A quote from a man who sort of knew Amy Winehouse.

“From her oddly dainty presence, that voice, a voice that seemed not to come from her but from somewhere beyond even Billie and Ella, from the font of all greatness. A voice that was filled with such power and pain that it was at once entirely human yet laced with the divine.…Winehouse. Winehouse? Winehouse! That twerp, all eyeliner and lager dithering up Chalk Farm Road under a back-combed barnet, the lips that I’d only seen clenching a fishwife fag and dribbling curses now a portal for this holy sound. So now I knew. She wasn’t just some hapless wannabe…nor was she even a ten-a-penny-chanteuse enjoying her fifteen minutes. She was a fucking genius.”

-Russell Brand

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