Amy Winehouse


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One day in June of 2009, I felt the urge to listen to Michael Jackson music.  Even though I owned many of his earlier albums on tape and, in the case of Off the Wall, the original vinyl record that one of my parents purchased in their young adult years, I didn’t have any of his songs on mp3.  Since I don’t have the ability to transfer the tapes and vinyl recordings to mp3 (never been able to get the converters because of cost), I went on iTunes and bought some of my favorite songs. A few days later, he was dead.  I had purchased the songs at relatively low prices, because iTunes has this funny way of charging more for music that they are selling more of.  (It seems like that might deter more people from buying the music than having everything at the same price, except some that might be on sale.)  It was weird how I had felt the urge to listen to his music before his death, but I just figured it was some kind of strange coincidence, which it probably was. On Friday, after I had listened to her songs “Rehab” and “You Know I’m No Good”, and cover of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” for the umpteenth times, and the Glee version of her song “Back to Black” and of her cover of “Valerie”, I began to wonder when Amy might release more music.  Admittedly, I knew that she had some issues in her career because of her personal life.  Still, I was hoping that there might be news somewhere about when a new album might come out.  I couldn’t find anything other than the old rumors of an album that was supposed to have come out in January of this year.  (Obviously, it didn’t.)   So, on Saturday when I saw the news that Amy was dead, it was, in a way surprising. Like I said, I knew she had had problems with her personal life.  I knew that she’d struggled with drugs.  I knew she’d been in and out of rehab.  I also knew that there are plenty of people who abuse drugs (Keith Richards, anyone?) who don’t die at a young age.  So, even with her problems, I thought that it was possible for her to live a long life.  Sure, it might have been shortened by the emphysema and other problems that she’d developed as a result of her hard lifestyle, but death wasn’t something that I really expected. So, besides the fact that her death was a little shocking to me, I’ve been trying to figure out why it is that I felt drawn to her music the day before her death.  It’s a little freaky, even though it is probably just a coincidence.  Now, I have that weird fear (that I attribute to the OCD) that if I feel drawn to another musician’s music in that way again that they’ll die soon after I have the feeling.  I know that that is absolutely nuts to think, but you have to remember that I am absolutely nuts.  (After all, I am the girl who felt personal guilt over 9/11 because earlier that morning I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen and that people were going to die.  I also looked at the clock every time a crash or building collapse happened.  So, yeah, I am crazy.) Oh well, now that I have proven that I am the weirdest girl from weirdonia, then I guess the only “normal” thing I can say is that people should really listen to Amy Winehouse’s version of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”, which is apparently only available on the import version of the Bridget Jones: The Edge Of Reason soundtrack these days.  If you haven’t heard it, you should definitely try to listen to it.  I think it shows how wonderful she could sound and it is one of my favorite versions of that particular song.

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