It hasn’t been two years since Amy Winehouse’s untimely passing but it feels longer. It feels like she has been gone a long, long time. And every time I listen to her it feels longer than it ever was.
It has been so consistently heartbreaking to see her daddy (immortalized in “Rehab”) struggle with her passing, between foundations and new album releases, tributes and tears, it is never fun watching other people’s sorrow, it isn’t a spectator sport you know. I don’t know why it feels as though she has never been with us, perhaps it has something to do with the disjointed sense of time all over Amy’s music. It doesn’t sound like 2005 the way, say, Paramore can.
Amy seems so far away because she music falls out of the spiral of time and space. It sounds like it was always there, it sounds older than it is. Listening to her collected works as I write (there isn’t that much), it seems to come from just about any time, from the 1950s, 1960s. It seems like she has been gone from us so long… she was such a fragile and wrecked soul…
Anyway, her family deals with it as best they can. And as I write, the UK tabloid the Sun reports a street will be named either Winehouse Street or Winehouse Way in her honor. Mitch told Bizarre: “To think that our surname would be indelibly linked with London through the naming of a street after Amy is remarkable. “We’re a London family through and through and it would be a tremendous honor if we do become a literal part of the fabric of this great city.”