Amy Jade Winehouse (14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011)
Posted 31 August 2018 - 04:37 PM
I dont know the reason that i believe that ... I'm dont a fan i'm Interest and that recently i have analyzed and alcohol intoxication ... really ? Alc Level 4.16 ... really ?! Ok ok she drank too much in the past but the Voice in my say something is Not clear
Sorry for my english
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Posted 14 September 2018 - 06:18 PM
You changed my life. You SAVED my life, and I can never tell you how grateful I am to you. In 08, seeing someone I loved so much with so much talent going through the same struggles I was, trying to hide, numb the pain. I related to you so much. And then you went to st Lucia, got off the drugs, and started reminding us all of how people can change, and you were almost reminiscent of Frank era Amy. You had a glow. And you finally had some peacefulness about you in your island in the sun.
YOU inspired me. If you could do it, why couldn't I? I entered rehab shortly after.
So I can say, without a doubt, that even though I never met you, you impacted my soul, you sang my feelings, and you felt my pain. I wasn't alone. And neither were you. I love you, my darling Amy, and I feel I know you, because you had that rare gift of being true and letting it all out. That's why people love you. I only hope you know how much you are loved now.
So, happy birthday, and thank you eternally. For you, Amy Winehouse, saved my life. And even now, you continue to inspire me, your words still give me comfort, and your bright smile, when it was documented, still to this day makes me smile.
I love you, my beautiful, beloved, angel of music.
Posted 15 September 2018 - 08:12 PM
Rest In Peace
Amy Jade Winehouse.
My idol and Favorite singer.
You have influenced me through my years and forever will . As i grow i will always keep your memory alive and keep you in my heart Through your music i will feel you close.
You voice is beyond beautiful and no one can ever change that and No one can replace you Rest in peace Beautiful.
Posted 23 July 2019 - 07:37 PM
Today, I mourn, and I celebrate her. I allow myself to cry (more so than I already do at times, just ask my hubby) I eat haribo, watch my favorite Amy videos, look through the books I've been able to get and some collectables, smoke my ciggies, and drink a few Rickstasy's (damn that girl had taste! And damn these things are strong!)
September 14th will be more of a chipper celebration that I will share more with my husband, where we will go travel to the city and eat her favorite food, find a good English pub to play pool in and get some drinks, and sing our hearts out in honor.
But this day, this has always been one that feels very private to me....
I get so emotional every year, because I remember this day so clearly. I had been an avid fan since 2006, and I remember by the time she was being hounded every step of the way, I had Google alerts turned on for her so I wouldn't miss anything.
I remember walking across the gravel driveway and through the small center garden of my parents home, beautiful woodland sounds all around, sun shinning, thinking of what I would do for the rest of my day. I sit in my Jeep, debating whether to put the top down, and then open my phone.
It honestly shocked me; I knew I loved her, and I knew I loved her for more than her amazing voice, jarring and relatable lyrics, that naturally captivating beauty that she enhanced with the cat eyes and tattoos and hair(yet still somehow hid behind it), but more so that it was the first time I had seen someone only a few years older than I, who had gone through very, very similar things just on very different scales - her and I actually got sober from drugs at the same time, within a weeks time actually, it was quite uncanny - to see a girl with such beauty and extraordinary talent be real, be imperfect, different, honest, crass, embarrassing, hilarious....it was like I had been searching for this woman all my life, and I knew her, because she was so like me, and so unlike me at the same time. She taught me that it's okay to be different, to be true, no matter what, even if it wasn't flattering or ladylike or even likable.
I sat in my Jeep for two hours, unable to drive or move really, just crying.
Most don't understand, many think I'm obsessed, others think I'm glamorizing. But it's so much more than that, and she has always been more than that to me. I feel like I lost a best friend that day, as crazy as I know it sounds, but it's true. Not a day has gone by that I haven't missed her, for all of her, the good and the bad, the beauty of her soul and the ugliness of her addictions, her maternal love that shown through and her sharp, sometimes cruel wit. Her unearthly, almost mythological way of making music that steeps with emotion yet transports us to an alternate time of 60s pop girl groups and jazzy soul that is timeless yet so modern. Her unwavering, manic love for her husband, even with all the sickness they put each other through. I could go on forever it feels about how much this woman means to me, and how she continues to inspire me every SINGLE day, without fault, even when it feels like the sky is crashing down, she holds me up and let's me know to fight, just like she did, until the end. Not every failure is the end, but one day it may be, so make it count NOW. As she famously said, "Life's short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts." & "I don't care what people think about me. Never did, never will. Life is too short to be worrying about that shit."
I love you, Amy, forever and always. 🙏🏻❤️
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