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22 July 2012
Amy, Amy, Amy
In the first few weeks after Amy Winehouse passed on, I held a silly notion of hope that someone - her family? - had pulled a fast one on the press and the public. Hoaxed it to the extreme so she could get sober in the privacy of her own hell, and in time come out the other side. Amy, without the paps, or boyfriends, to hocken her ha'chinik. Hopefully Amy would emerge with an inner strength earned by getting off the sauce and staying off the sauce.
As we all know this is not what happened.
In the year since Amy's death it has often been too painful to listen to The Voice. On the flip side of that pain is pure joy when Amy's music comes out the Bowers & Wilkins. No other music I listen to approaches her brilliance and organic musicality. Yes, I am still sad that she no longer walks the earth like we do. There is some degree of consolation when I read about The Amy Winehouse Foundation doing good work. It honors her life; she deserves it.
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