it's my responsibility / you don't owe nothin to me
Click to viewI can't stop watching this video; full of pain and casual gorgeousness.
I can't call myself an Amy Winehouse fan, but I really like what I knew of "Back to Black." I only knew of her because my brother bought that album, years ago. It was recently that I rediscovered her: my coworkers at the restaurant blasted her second album quite a few times as we closed up.
Two of her songs are on the playlist I'm using to help me write a wip. I don't know when I'll actually put it up, since it contains substance abuse. I feel it would be too insensitive, and after hearing the news I started losing my will to finish it. But after reading this thread I started to feel that sense of regret, one that I get related to unfinished things. I don't want to compare the trivial task of writing fic to the pain required to go through songwriting, performing, and being torn apart daily in tabloids. No. It made me think of the things that I take for granted, big and small. I have the chance to finish these little projects. It won't be anything groundbreaking, but it'll be fun, and it'll be for me, shared with whoever cares enough to read it. And I think about Amy, how life, treatment, failed her, time and time again. About how, despite everything, the world gave her a brief period to shine, both to her detriment and goodness.
Her family has probably been expecting their beloved's, sister and daughter, death. I hope they find peace. Amy too.
Rest in Peace, Miss Winehouse.