It's been a few days since Amy Winehouse has died, and I'm still aching with the loss. Her oeuvre was so short, just two albums. I'm no music connoisseur, but I recognize a true artist. Once upon a time, I used to listen to her "Back to Black" album countless of times. Her vocal phrasing was justifiably famous - reminiscent of the jazz singers of old. But what's more, her song writing was pure genius. She bore her tortured heart for all to witness. Her death is such a pointless loss. Her pain was the cost of being a sensitive artist. And it ultimately took her life.
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