LETTER FROM THE EDITOR | JULY 25, 2011
The next time you or I go to sing Rehab at some awful karaoke bar with a bunch of our drunk friends, let’s remind ourselves of the real tragedy here: when Amy sang that song, she meant it. And it killed her.
The next time you or I go to sing Rehab at some awful karaoke bar with a bunch of our drunk friends, let’s remind ourselves of the real tragedy here: when Amy sang that song, she meant it. And it killed her.