#tribute (Taken with instagram)
a little piece of my heart is gone today.
fuck what people think. i seriously don’t care what you have to say about her, her life choices, or her issues. no matter what, she was a genius. she was one of the most talented artists of our generation.
i wish i was as honest as amy was on “i heard love is blind”. i dare you to channel such raw emotion as she did in “you sent me flying”. if someone broke your heart, i fucking wish you would tell that fucker off like in “take the box”.
amy winehouse was not only one of my favorite artists, but i related to her music and her words more than i ever have with anybody. and yes, i get it; she had her demons, and her addictions. and it may not be a total shock that she has passed away at such an early age. but death is death. it’s sad, and scary, and fucked up, no matter how much you think someone “had it coming”. you can fuck off for saying that, by the way.
the saddest part is, there will be no more music. i will enjoy and savor and soak in back to black and frank and the b-sides and demos as much as i have been, but there will be nothing new. she was a huge talent, that is now gone. and just like our parents told us about how amazing janis joplin and jimi hendrix and otis redding and marvin gaye were, and just like they played their music in our homes when we were growing up, i will play amy’s music for my children and explain to them that smart people can often do stupid things, and huge talent sometimes comes with a huge price.
rest in peace, amy. and thank you for making the music that you did, while you were here. it has helped me, strengthened me, and comforted me in more ways than anyone will ever know.
|me:||did you know about this channel called hub?|
|me:||they play jem and the wonder years and fraggle rock and family ties|
|madison:||um yes. happy days!|
|madison:||and the wonder years!|
|me:||fuck off! i love you|
|madison:||and dougie howser|
|me:||dougie fucking howser, md!|
|me:||i'm so glad you know about it in case i die and someone needs to explain why i have fraggle rock and jem on my DVR.|
|madison:||i'll make sure to take care of that.|
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why is it that people i love or grow close to go away, or i love and grow close to people and leave?
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this broke my heart and made me tear up a little. for myself, as well as for the girl who wrote it.