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.
http://www.russellbrand.tv/2011/07/for-amy/
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.
