Sunday, May 11, 2025
Time: 12:30 PM
Song: Rehab
Artist: Amy Winehouse
Mode of Consumption:
Listening to radio while leaving Centennial Park in Rock Falls.
Link to Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1L5tZi0izXsi5Kk5OJf4W0?si=ef2e66c704694bf1
We met my parents and Jodi’s mom for lunch at Centennial Park in Rock Falls. It’s something we do most Sundays in the warm months. Everyone brings their own food, usually from one local fast-food joint or another.
Our view while eating is a pond. A couple geese take flight over the road and land in the pond on the other side of the road that splits the park. A family on the other side of the pond is arranging kids for photos.
On the other side of the park are baseball and softball diamonds. We wondered how often they are used. They are not used for high school sports, and we are not sure how much the park district hosts softball and baseball leagues.
As we were leaving, “Rehab” was playing, and I was reminded of Amy Winehouse.
I’d be lying if I said that I was an expert on Winehouse or could even be considered a fan at the time of her death.
I do remember her death, though.
I was in Indianapolis for a week covering a Little League Softball team. I don’t remember which day it happened, but I remember hearing about her death on the radio driving back from a game. I knew very little about her, yet for some reason it didn’t come as a surprise.
I guess maybe it was because her biggest hit was about her denying treatment for substance abuse. I don’t know.
It stands out I guess because unlike the 60s and early 70s where rock stars died young at a higher rate, this is one of the rare instances in the 2000s. Really, it might have been one for the first big deaths since Kurt Cobain, 2Pac, and Selena in the 90s. I have vague memories of hearing of both those deaths.
I am probably forgetting someone, but that’s what came to
mind.
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