From a text message while wandering New York's Highline for the first time this afternoon, I heard the sad and sadly expected news that Amy Winehouse had passed away at the age of 27. Oddly enough, last night I watched as my mother (here in NYC for the first time) danced to "Rehab" at a East Village gay bar and was reminded how much I love that song, and how obsessed I was with "Back To Black." I've heard "Rehab" probably 10 times today, and I look forward to a weekend of more of the same. RIP: