I regret that I did not hear more of Amy Winehouse’ songs earlier; last night I heard several, played on a BBC tribute to her. This confirmed what I already knew of her enormous talent; what a pity she pissed it away. Nonetheless, it was hers to piss away and we had no right to it, no right at all that she stay here and sing for us.
And yet, somehow, I’m angry at her, even as I mourn her. Even if she owed nothing to us, could she not have owed something to herself? Blogger Grover Clevand says her actions were morally wrong even though they ought have been perfectly within her rights. Perhaps that explains why even random internet Aussies like me can feel emotions that by rights are the business of her parents, her brother and those others who loved her.