Now is the time to rake in on Amy Winehouses’s death. I will be making memorabilia of Amy made from left over dinner scraps, paper clips, horse hair & phlegm (Just kidding). Ronnie Spector has released a spectacular version of the late Winehouse’s ‘Back to Black.’
I haven’t been this sad in a long time, about anyone in this business. I tried to go grocery shopping for my family, and I was walking like a ghost in the aisles. I could think about nobody but Amy.
When I saw her two weeks ago on TV and she was all drugged out, drinking and stuff, I said, “Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! Don’t become like I was 20 years ago! I cleaned up. You gotta clean up!” And two weeks later, she’s dead. I’m devastated.
Every time I looked at her, it was like I was looking at myself. She had my beehive, my eyeliner, my attitude. She had such a great soul in her voice and her lyrics were so amazing that I couldn’t help but sing one of her songs. I was so happy to see an artist like Amy, because she reminded me of my youth. And she loved girl groups. Damn it! I thought she would carry on.
When I was in my 20s, I was a lost girl – drinking, not knowing what to do or where to go. I never did drugs – like, “No way, you’re not gonna put a needle in my arm!” – but drinking is just as bad. In the Sixties, everyone was doing drugs, and I lost many people in the business. I knew Jimi Hendrix. I used to play with him down in the Village. When I had a Number One hit all over the world, the Rolling Stones were my opening act. I was around all the druggies, but my mother also traveled with us, wherever I was. She was a buffer so I didn’t see all of the bad stuff.
You can’t go around people who drink or do drugs, even family members. I learned that 20 years ago in A.A. I had two boys, and, when they were four and five, we moved to Connecticut. In New York, there were liquor stores on every other corner, and I didn’t need that. I knew enough to leave that. Now I don’t drink. I don’t do anything but my shows and take care of my kids.
Amy came to my show in London about six months ago, and she was so shy. She was hiding behind somebody, but I could see the hairstyle, and I knew she was there. That was all I needed. When I sang “Back to Black,” I could see the tears in her eyes, and there were tears in mine.