Tears Dry on Their Own

Okay, I'm not quite crying, but the news of Amy Winehouse's death has shaken me.

The writing has been on the wall for a while; what else can you say about a singer whose breakout hit is about refusing to go to rehab? And while I'm all into schadenfreude, I took no pleasure in watching Winehouse's self destruction. Her voice gives me chills, and I wanted her well-being to be as solid as her talent.

Condolences to widower "Blake, incarcerated", the subject of my favorite Grammy acceptance speech shout-out.

As a sign of respect, I'll be dancing to "Valerie", Winehouse's collaboration with Mark Ronson, for the rest of my life. (This isn't a big gesture, I would have been doing it anyway.)