"They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said, No, NO, NO!!!"
Good advice always ends up becoming bad advice.
No one can be told what to do. If people choose to live dissolute and empty lives, there is nothing that other people can do to stop them.
Winehouse epitomizes, once again, the futility of fame in a rapidly self-involved world. She made great music, she won some awards, yet she could not stand to be with herself.
One occasion, she could not accept the award for one record because her visa had been revoked. Her obstreperous behavior posed enough of a nuisance to the U.S. Government, that she was forced to perform on a sound stage in London for a music awards ceremony in the United States. A dubious distinction, to say the least.
In Winehouse's case, how many times will a person have to check in before they check out?
Still, if her music makes someone happy, there is some consolation. Yet would it not be better to excel at being who you are, regardless of how much fame you accumulate in the end?
Winehouse's death poses a critical question: is fame, finances, and frolic worth your life?
In one week, will anyone care that she's dead? Such is the fast life, such is fame, such is the fate of the one who needed rehab but said "No, NO, NO!!!"