It feels a bit surreal that Amy Winehouse is dead.
Her voice was a mixture of soul, truth, pain, and magic. But her body caved. Her mind was battling far more than we might ever know.
But we all could see it coming. I caught a glimpse, via my television, of her performing a bit like a zombie and getting booed off the stage in Serbia. It was painful and confusing to watch. Why would someone let her get on stage like that? But then again, how many interventions had she bucked?
With such gifting, influence, and affluence, one would think that she had it made. What else would you need in life? Clearly much more than fame. Truly much more than fame.
All that glitters is not gold.