The news of Amy Winehouse's death reaches even into this remote valley at 10,000 ft. in the Rocky Mountains and touches my heart.
I think especially of her mother... I came close to getting the same news in 2006.
Ellen is just a year younger than Amy. I can so vividly imagine Amy's birth, the toddler years, the terrific ten-year-old days, the worries... and now this.
Roz sent me this link to Russell Brand's reflections on Amy and the disease of addiction.
KOTO in Telluride has been playing Amy's music all weekend.
I remember listening to her song "Don't wanna go to rehab, no, no no..." in 2007 and smiling.
Now it has additional levels of meaning and sadness.