Wow.
But, sadly, not much of a surprise.
+1 kind of a shame
Wow is right! No shit. I haven't heard about that. Sadly enough, it's true... not much of a surprise. Not a huge fan but I was interested. Heard more about her problems than about her music. Sad.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2018020/Amy-Winehouse-dead--Found-dead-London-flat.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2018020/Amy-Winehouse-dead--Found-dead-London-flat.html)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club)
For the longest time, I never knew she was a singer, and I never new why she was famous (like Snooky). The only thing you ever saw about her in the news was something having to do with drugs and/or rehab.
What a waste of talent.
Sad to hear she couldn't pull her life out of the crapper.
Quote from: Vindingo on July 23, 2011, 04:48:28 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club)
Weird, hadn't seen that.
well that was a determined mess that finally resolved itself
my pity is reserved for the family that had to endure it
27.
What a waste...
My heart hurts for tormented souls. RIP Amy.
hug your kids every day and teach them well..
(http://www.celebritiestan.com/home2/celebrm9/public_html/wp-content/uploads/HLIC/celebritiestan.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/amy15_web.jpg)
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to this
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Quote from: ducatiz on July 24, 2011, 07:51:17 AM
hug your kids every day and teach them well..
Wise words indeed.
Ducatiz...here are the words that go to those pictures... a lot of us have those photo albums
Kid Sisters
I was sitting on a bench in the Northampton court; they were bringing my sister in to determine her state of competence. The court had been cleared of people awaiting review of their various offenses. The court officers were called to bring my sister in. We heard her loud voice demanding explanation, echoing and bouncing off the hard marble walls in the hall, breaking the dead-silence as she was ushered in. I was unprepared for what I saw, it had been months; I had to convince myself that this really was my sister.
My sister Elizabeth was a sweet little girl once, filled with imagination and notions of a magical universe of whimsical gardens, exquisite talking animal characters and perpetually beautiful days. Her world was a sky blue bedroom with linen-dressed windows that gazed out on the lawn behind an old Montclair house.
She had dark brown hair that waved and flipped, large brown eyes, and a smile that would sweeten the air around her; her voice was always soft, the sounds passing over her lips would curl through the air lazily and dissipate like smoke drifting from the chimney of a fairy-tale's cottage.
But that was then....now she was seated on the defendant's bench; the judge ordered the testimony of the medical experts about her condition. She nervously jerked her head around to see who was in the courtroom; she saw me, looked surprised, smiled and waved, thinking I was there to help her. I was, but not in any way she could understand.
Testimony was given about her hospitalization for complete liver failure. She had no address of record, indigent, homeless. She had refused rehabilitation opting to return to the streets to continue serving her demons. A week or so of hospitalization and medications allowed her liver to begin functioning again, two weeks later she was back in crisis. The doctor described her physical and psychological state in painful detail, a "pre-autopsy" report if ever there was one.
It was noted that she reeked of alcohol when she was brought in that morning from the streets and interviewed.
I cautiously glanced over at my sister, her hair still deep brown and thick, but unwashed, uncombed, tangled and long. Her smile exposed a mouth missing fully half of its teeth, the voice was hoarse; a croaking noise as she blurted objections to the clinical assessment. Her skin was still a solid yellow from the liver failures.
I grew braver and now studied this sad creature who vaguely resembled my sister. She was wearing a sky-blue satin-like jogging suit, stained and greasy. The color reminded me of her childhood bedroom. I wondered how that once-innocent child could simply have evaporated so many years ago and come to be replaced by this.
I recalled reading to that little girl at bedtime; E.B. White, Milne; with titles like Little Bear and Winnie, Charlotte and Stuart Little, how she used to giggle and smile at the tales and my exaggerated delivery of the text. Breezes would caress the linen curtains and they would part, yielding fresh air into our stifling house. Eventually she would grow sleepy, before closing her eyes she would look at me and would ask that I turn on the fan next to her bed; she said it would blow the spiders away from her, I always complied.
Next door in the master bedroom, darkness and anger festered and stewed. Our parents' resentments and addictions permeated our world, ugliness as pervasive as the stench of boiling cabbage in a tenement hallway. Breezes and fans could never blow the aroma of that misery away from us, the smell stuck to us all.
My sister took the stand to rebut the testimony about her condition. Oddly I found myself rooting for her to give a credible performance. I was the one who precipitated the entire incarceration and hearing, yet here I was hoping desperately to see some shred of evidence that my sister could still think and might articulate some plausible explanation for her condition.
As if she could somehow spare everyone further embarrassment, that she might say something that would allow us all to breathe a sigh of relief at some gross misunderstanding. She failed. There was no misunderstanding. She is dying and we must watch.
My little sister is gone. Now there is only the scary homeless creature, the one you see in Penn Station when you miss the last train and await the morning schedule. We all have seen her emerge from the dark recesses and crevasses of public buildings, snarling and muttering to herself, ever watchful of her surroundings as she picks through the garbage cans.
Never let her catch you staring, she will come directly over and demand money, the fee she is owed because you chose to notice the horror of her waning existence and were caught.
When the judge called on me, I only asked him to please help us, I told him that we buried her older sister two decades before under similar, equally tragic circumstances. After reviewing his notes the judge offered his ruling, the court officers literally dragged this empty shell of what was once my sister from the courtroom, she spat outrage and curses at me as they passed.
I looked in her eyes for something to recognize, but my sister is no longer there. Stuart Little and Charlotte are gone, so are Winnie and Little Bear, a fragile world of childhood imagination, escape and fancy were no match for our childhood reality.
Liz was put away for 30 days of secured hospitalization. She has since been released to the streets of Northampton again so her demons can finish their work.
I await the phone call; when it comes I will bury her in the family plot beside her older sister; I will add her name to the stone.
I won't pray, the prayers that mattered for our family were unheard and went unanswered, like the ones for her older sister before her. Prayers after the fact would only ring hollow.
I will visit once it is over, perhaps I will bring E. B. White and for one last time I might read a quiet tale and try to hold fast to the better memories of my little sister
who slipped out of sight down some terrible rabbit hole so many years ago.
GFH
I don't know what to say. Sad. Even more sad that it is so common. My older sister dodged that bullet. Thankfully.
My step son just buried his aunt (his Dad's oldest sister) on Friday. She had been dead in her apartment for two weeks when neighbors complained of the smell. Hundreds of empty beer cans and bottles everywhere. Everyone in her family knew it was coming. But they couldn't believe that none of them had called or checked on her in weeks. They had sort of given up on trying. Her poor dog was in there with her with no food or water. The poor creature is now a basket case. Probably will have to be put down due to it's emotional state. Needy for love but snaps and snarls when you approach.
Sorry about your little sis. My thoughts and prayers go out to her and you.
Quote from: Stella on July 24, 2011, 07:35:39 AM
My heart hurts for tormented souls. RIP Amy.
my thoughts as well.
she was insanely talented and it's a shame she burned out so young.
Quote from: pitbull on July 24, 2011, 06:04:38 PM
my thoughts as well.
she was insanely talented and it's a shame she burned out so young.
like the saying in the movie "the bronx tale" that rings so true.
"the saddest thing in life is wasted talent"
RIP to those that went down the wrong path at some point, may you find the peace you were looking for.
Dammit, RAT! [bang]
:'(
[bacon]
So sorry about your sis, Gerry. :'(
As good a place as any for such news, I just got word of similar catastrophe earlier this morning. My stepson's father passed away at 52, a victim no doubt of his absolute unwillingness to stop drinking. In and out of treatment countless times, going aimlessly from job to job, by the kid's estimation he was up to well over a liter of hard liquor per day. Poor kid, he's seen too much bullshit on account of his dad in his 24 years, and I suspect that this week will be especially tough despite knowing this was the only outcome.
Should have said "yes, yes, yes" apparently.
What...to soon?
RIP
"Rockstar"... you're doing it wrong.
-K Richards.
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Quote from: cokey on July 27, 2011, 06:40:14 AM
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Laughing so hard I am crying!!
Sorry, I just don't have sympathy for people who self-destruct. Especially when they throw so much away.
OMG [laugh]
wrong
but
[laugh]
http://www.spinner.com/2011/07/25/amy-winehouse-death/ (http://www.spinner.com/2011/07/25/amy-winehouse-death/)
Died in bed, no sign of any drugs anywhere near her.
"recent checkups with doctors show no drugs..."
http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/world/winehouse-death-unexplained-no-drugs-found/story-e6frg6so-1226102331518 (http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/world/winehouse-death-unexplained-no-drugs-found/story-e6frg6so-1226102331518)
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20512640,00.html (http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20512640,00.html)
Foulplay?
If no drugs show up in toxicology, it's probably a heart attack.
If drugs show up, then someone cleaned her room.
My step son's aunt who died recently passed away from a heart attack. I'm sure the gallons of beer and liquor she consummed helped trigger it. I bet her blood alcohol rate was off the charts when she died but she had been dead over 2 weeks when the autopsy was performed. Doubt they could get an accurate reading that long after death.
Quote from: Grappa on July 27, 2011, 09:46:27 AM
Laughing so hard I am crying!!
Sorry, I just don't have sympathy for people who self-destruct. Especially when they throw so much away.
Do you have sympathy for people who crash their motorcycle and die? There are plenty of people take your unsympathetic attitude towards motorcyclists. [roll]
Based on posts in this thread, and my own personal experiences, its pretty apparent that an affliction such as hers had nothing to do with fame or musical talents. I bet that being insanely rich and famous only exacerbated her mental issues. It is much less of a "choice" than you think...
Declairing your lack of sympathy accentuates your ignorance. [thumbsdown]
Quote from: ducatiz on July 24, 2011, 07:51:17 AM
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to this
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Yeah...no drugs there just lots of yogurt and celery.
Yup.... She's hot
(My appologies but...)
I have no sympathy for drug addicts...
We are not all blessed with perfect mental health for our entire life.
amen to that
Quote from: howie on July 27, 2011, 08:59:50 PM
We are not all blessed with perfect mental health for our entire life.
Or any part of it for that matter.
Quote from: ducatiz on July 27, 2011, 12:04:15 PM
If no drugs show up in toxicology, it's probably a heart attack.
If drugs show up, then someone cleaned her room.
or a pulmonary embolism
or a AAA
or a dissection
or septic shock
or any number of things
It's kinda make the beast with two backsed up to hope she died from something like a heart attack but in this case I do
it is very sad that a lady of this talent wont be here anymore to bring her songs to millions of people. I send my condolenses to her family and hope that her tortured soul will find the peace it craved.
Bye Amy, your music rocks and will always bring joy to me.
BGB
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Wow, I need to watch the news more often. She will be missed.
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Rolling Stone says autopsy report inconclusive, COD awaiting toxicology results.
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/amy-winehouses-autopsy-results-are-inconclusive-20110725 (http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/amy-winehouses-autopsy-results-are-inconclusive-20110725)
I'm assuming that rules out typical stuff like most foul play and burst aorta, etc.