Wish you knew you were Good

Looking out at a wonderful Perthshire scene bathed in warm summer sunshine, it has such beauty and stillness. Tranquility that I hope Amy Winehouse can now be part of. I think of her music and I hear Billie Holiday's Lover Man. Don't know why but guess Amy will not get to put her versions of those classics down anywhere now.

That is unless she has done a tune or two in recent recordings with Tony Bennett. How fortunate to catch that interview with him on the Radio the other day. Can't even remember which programme. But I'm glad because I'll now make sure I get hold of it - surely the last recording of the husky, raw Winehouse. Bennett said he thought she was the most natural jazz singer around today. They'd better press more copies of Duets II!

We all should have known things would end this way. Maybe we did but never dared say. Or maybe we were enthralled with the passion and talent so hot and bright, like children with a captivating sparkler that burns and is then no more.

Maybe someone told her not to mind the press, the nastiness, the uncertainty of fan-dom. Perhaps she couldn't hear.

It is such a tragedy. But it is the way of legends.

Thank you, Amy. May you now find your peace.