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I miss Amy

This is an excerpt from my journal, July 27th, 2011  Antigua, Guatemala:

Amy Whinehouse has been dead for 4 days and I just found out about it.  With all the bombardment of not quite news it would be nice to still be still plugged in to some sort of network.

Anyways, I'd like to think my sudden stomach illness was due to a world with no more Whinehouse.  I wasn't really sick when I found out though, wasn't exactly surprised either.

Amy was sad, a little crazy and rich... always a bad combination.  Surely, there will be plenty of "lost" music and there's always the old stuff but there won't be any new concerts, no antics, nobody getting punched in the face for fucking with the bee hive.

Amy was a revolving news story.  She was always getting caught doing this or that but her music was so completely human and personal.

With all the stories around about her, Amy was just plain Amy and it showed over her music.  She felt life very deeply.  You could hear it in her voice.  We have all had that lonely feeling when we wake up alone but only Amy could make us look at it in its face and not be afraid to see the beauty in ourselves that we're dying to offer ti someone else.

When Amy went back to Black and buried her heart , we knew she's come back.  Sure enough, her tears dried on their on.

On the face of her music, Amy was sad and hurting.  But, the real feeling she gives us is that we are so beautiful and when only hurt when nobody else takes time to see it.

I saw it Amy...and I'm going to miss it.

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