Today's musing is from a fellow music lover! Miss365! She's a Pop cultural commentator out of Philly with a deep love for music below is her musing music monday:
Ode to Amy Winehouse
Amy Winehouse, I miss you. As I sit here and listen to your melodic voice, I'm brought back to specific moments in time that will be with me forever. Thank you for adding key tracks to the ever evolving soundtrack of my life.
I was introduced to Amy in 2007 during my first year teaching in NYC, a year filled with triumphant highs and really dark lows. I moved to NYC after being accepted to one of the most prestigious alternative teaching programs. What I didn’t count on was a summer of feeling completely isolated from my friends and family or the constant feelings of inadequacy, fear and doubt as I attempted to solidify my position as a NYC public school teacher. My summer dorm roommate, D, was playing a song that struck me as both provocative and intriguing. The sultry voice boomed out of the ipod dock filled with the tales of joys and sorrows. This was a voice that I never heard before—one that wore pain like a shield or armor, yet it was mixed with just the right touch of humor and irony. Amy shared stories the only way she could-- through belting lyrics that left imprints on the heart.
“They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know knowI ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fineHe's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go”
“I'd rather be at home with RayI ain't got seventy daysCause there's nothingThere's nothing you can teach meThat I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway”
And while, I never had an issue with substance abuse, I've been intoxicated with love. Who wouldn't rather be enraptured in the heart and soul of Donny and Ray?!
I immediately became obsessed with Back to Black and played it almost every day of my first year teaching. My obsessive consumption of the tracks on “Back to Black’s predecessor "Frank" soon followed and I made it my business to know her every career move.
Lovers, her music resonated with me-- deeply. With her voice, she captured the vulnerability, soul, and heart of all the soul singers I grew up listening to on my dad’s vinyl record player. Her voice was like velvet-- smooth rich and authentic. When it came to Amy, this has had nothing to do with “blue eyed soul". She was a talent- a treasure. I don't think we'll get anyone quite like Amy again in our lifetime.
Amy, through your music I heard the angst that I longed to express but didn’t quite have a medium to do so. Thank you Amy. I miss your eclectic style. Your smile was precious...the look in your eye that showed through your personal tragedies and demons. Even during your half drunken performances, you laid it all down on the stage and made yourself vulnerable for all the world to see. You left the world way too soon, but you left us with the precious treasure of your art.
"Gone too soon" artists are artists that have been called home to be with creator way before his/her full potential has been reached here on Earth. His/her time in this life may have been cut short by unusual, unexplainable and/or circumstances. Who sticks in your mind as THE artist that's gone too soon? What great (or not so great) memories do you connect to that artist? Let me know down below in the comments! Make sure you subscribe to UH's newsletter to get cool goodies like new projects we are working on before they hit the site!
Thanks Liv for letting me share my musing! ~ Ms.365
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