And how I loved her.
That deep soulful voice.
That melancholic voice laced with dark thoughts reminiscent of great diva songstresses like Sarah Vaughan, Billy Holiday, Dinah Washington and Etta James.
The Prime Television Classic Albums series: Amy Winehouse Back to Black was right down my musical alley.
There was absolutely superb candid footage of Amy with her producers and musicians at a studio in New York.
Her conversations ever smacking of a young Etta James, who was also known for her constant foul language, her refusal to go to rehab, with the singing voice of an angel cherished by her musician mates. In Etta's case greats like Muddy Waters and Chuck Berry.
This documentary was about Amy's second and final studio album in 2006 which made her a superstar.
Something she didn't want and couldn't cope with.
As a close friend of hers said, being famous was never part of Amy's plan.
"She had really wanted to be a journalist once."
She said Amy was so bright, was constantly loud and funny and always singing and writing songs. "We all loved her.''
Listening to Amy looking slightly bemused as she talked about writing her songs was a great candid look at this off-the-edge young woman.
"I just wrote about what had happened to me. It helped me get over fings.
Fings wot had really ripped with my head, fings I couldn't work out so I sang them.''
It really went without saying that Amy's influences were the big-haired girl groups of the early 60s.
This young off-the-wall East London Jewish miss for me is and always will be a wonderful music legend.
Even though she has been lumped in with those other noted musicians who died at just 27 like Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix, for me Amy was the zenith of a huge girl superstar.
As Rolling Stone magazine said, Amy's youth, like her talent, explodes off the screen.
"That's what makes her public decline, brutally recorded by the media, so gut-wrenching. Producer Kapadia was rightfully hard on Amy's dad, Mitch Winehouse, for pushing his daughter to work when she was already way past her limit. He's satisfyingly harder on her ex-husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, who introduced Amy to crack cocaine and heroin and exploited her shamelessly."
As the magazine's top critic Peter Travers said, "her timeless incandescence ... look, listen and weep".
For me seeing Amy performing towards the end of her life in a London club was mesmerising.
Musicians and singers like these are rare indeed.