While "Rehab" made me notice her, her single "Back to Black" made me a fan.
Her whole album made me feel like a woman again at at time when I was surrounded by preschool songs and cartoons. The G-rated life I led with two toddlers was draining me, and Amy made me remember that I could still like things that were R-rated, that I could listen to songs with bad words (as long as the kids were asleep or I wore headphones). I made it through many a laundry pile, listening while folding, swaying while ironing. I even caught myself trying her signature thick black eyeliner for a party. A little over-the-top for my usual style, I didn't care. It made me feel good, feel young, feel sexy.
I may have to break out the black eyeliner again.
Rest in peace...