Every music soul in the planet might have automatically played Rehab the moment they knew of Amy Winehouse’s passing last Saturday. She was 27.
While my college friends and I were in a Sports-infused weekend spree night of Saturday (Pacific time), we suddenly underwent a heart-pause after the news broke. We were in shock as did everyone else, that the genius in her will never be able to spread music as it should.
Words from Russel Brand’s ode to Amy, “So now I knew. She wasn’t just some…
