Words can't really describe how shit this July has been. The next blow being the death of my favourite musician Amy Winehouse. I remember talking about this day in 2007 with my best friend, Amy had been taken into hospital due to a reaction to her medication and I got really worried. My best friend's favourite artist is Pete Doherty, and so we came onto the topic of conversation about if we thought they would ever get clean or whether they would be beaten by their addictions. It makes it even harder to write about her dying due to the close proximity I have had to death recently.
Amy Winehouse changed music. She gave artists who would never have had the courage to perform the inspiration to create their own music, for instance Lady Gaga. She changed so many people's lives. She changed my life. She broke the generic, factory moulded pop music theme that had been occurring for years. She allowed people to be different. She took the shit from the tabloids and the media, she hardly ever complained even though there were daily attacks towards her from the likes of the Sun and the Daily Mail. What are they saying about her now? They're glorifying her. They are acting as though they never meant to write all the stuff they wrote before. Teasing her, bullying her.
Amy, you are beautiful, your music changed me, I always believed in you. I'm so glad I got to see you when I did, and that we were standing at the front, and that you sang to me and I cried. I can't wait for your third album. Sleep well and look after Georgia xxxx