She dies, and people are talking about her music. Two days ago she was just a messed up celeb.
Everyone's saddened by the loss of young talent. Bemoaning the missing legacy we'll never get.
Why do we think of this stuff after death? Why does living talent not turn people on?
I don't know how talented Amy was, I was never a fan. But it's such a shame to see all the warmth for her that people have today. I bet she never knew how deep their affection was.
We always hold back on our feelings. Don't share our love till the tumour comes or the car smashes into nine pieces. Why are we so demented?
She seemed tortured. I'm only going by what the tabloids said. I never so much as looked her up on Wikipedia. She's gone now like we all will be -- she's left some art and they'll be playing her songs tomorrow and in twenty years time. She mattered. She landed. She'll be remembered. She was loved. That's the most any of us can hope for.