The Trouble With Amy
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As if having a type of alcohol in her surname wasn’t cool enough for the distraught singer, Amy Winehouse also had to prove how emotionally scarred and distressed about life she was through the addiction of drugs and mass amounts of booze. And like all Hollywood deaths, celebrities are only forgiven after they have passed – which is when all the posers and fake fans come to play.
Russell Brand’s tribute blog is an excellent read, whether you are (I mean were) a fan or not. http://www.russellbrand.tv/2011/07/for-amy/
He makes a good point about how corrupted our morals are, “Our media though is more interested in tragedy than talent, so the ink began to defect from praising her gift to chronicling her downfall.”
I wasn’t a fan, but damn did Amy have a gift.
“Shallow fool that I am I now regarded her in a different light, the light that blazed down from heaven when she sang.”
Sure, it’s only human to want to focus on the downbeat things about life, and in this case, all the controversial aspects about Amy’s life. But let’s not forget how the media can indirectly be a cause of death – reminisce (if you were born) about Princess D’s death; Diana met in an accident because she was being chased by the paparazzi. What about so many celebrities, who try to commit suicide or become alcoholics after crumbling under the harsh media spotlight, which only fuels the tabloids even more. I’ll be honest; Ms Winehouse passed away on my mother’s birthday, and when I heard the news I wasn’t sad or even surprised. Her death transpired into three groups of people, most unresponsive about the matter:
1. Those who were contented with her passing, and felt it was the best because her reputation couldn’t take anymore hits. These people were also the type armed with rude jokes and offensive remarks. (You know who you are!)
2. Those, like me, who felt indifferent about her death and felt she had it coming. But then again, I can’t (and shouldn’t) judge since I can’t even sing.
3. Then there are the dedicated fans, or people just generally sad about her death who filled internet sites with random tributes few would ever read.
Like I said, it doesn’t really matter to me that the person “Amy” died. I didn’t know her, and what I did know was very upsetting. The fact that this artist, with so much of potential left us is even worse – she could have easily controlled the music industry. I think her death is a message to all of us about two things: The dangers of addiction and the alluring disease of drugs that follows all great singers, and just how short life really is. She was only 8 years older than me. If anything, the event is a point on how we should really make this life count. Live your life so that you are remembered for the good person you truly were, not the person everyone wished you should have been, as is Winehouse’s case.
Amy had a jazzy voice that could have been compared to cocaine – the sound was addictive. Russell ends off his blog by saying that we lost a talented woman to this disease.
Talented she was – and you can’t argue with that.
Russell Brand’s tribute blog is an excellent read, whether you are (I mean were) a fan or not. http://www.russellbrand.tv/2011/07/for-amy/
He makes a good point about how corrupted our morals are, “Our media though is more interested in tragedy than talent, so the ink began to defect from praising her gift to chronicling her downfall.”
I wasn’t a fan, but damn did Amy have a gift.
“Shallow fool that I am I now regarded her in a different light, the light that blazed down from heaven when she sang.”
Sure, it’s only human to want to focus on the downbeat things about life, and in this case, all the controversial aspects about Amy’s life. But let’s not forget how the media can indirectly be a cause of death – reminisce (if you were born) about Princess D’s death; Diana met in an accident because she was being chased by the paparazzi. What about so many celebrities, who try to commit suicide or become alcoholics after crumbling under the harsh media spotlight, which only fuels the tabloids even more. I’ll be honest; Ms Winehouse passed away on my mother’s birthday, and when I heard the news I wasn’t sad or even surprised. Her death transpired into three groups of people, most unresponsive about the matter:
1. Those who were contented with her passing, and felt it was the best because her reputation couldn’t take anymore hits. These people were also the type armed with rude jokes and offensive remarks. (You know who you are!)
2. Those, like me, who felt indifferent about her death and felt she had it coming. But then again, I can’t (and shouldn’t) judge since I can’t even sing.
3. Then there are the dedicated fans, or people just generally sad about her death who filled internet sites with random tributes few would ever read.
Like I said, it doesn’t really matter to me that the person “Amy” died. I didn’t know her, and what I did know was very upsetting. The fact that this artist, with so much of potential left us is even worse – she could have easily controlled the music industry. I think her death is a message to all of us about two things: The dangers of addiction and the alluring disease of drugs that follows all great singers, and just how short life really is. She was only 8 years older than me. If anything, the event is a point on how we should really make this life count. Live your life so that you are remembered for the good person you truly were, not the person everyone wished you should have been, as is Winehouse’s case.
Amy had a jazzy voice that could have been compared to cocaine – the sound was addictive. Russell ends off his blog by saying that we lost a talented woman to this disease.
Talented she was – and you can’t argue with that.