You pootle along through life, and every time you think you've got it sorted, that you know where you are and how the world works, stuff happens. Sometimes it's terrible, but just as often it's wonderful. And sometimes you just need to get it off your chest and rage or celebrate. Join me here as I tell it like it is...
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Bless you, Amy Winehouse
I don't care what anyone says, Amy Winehouse off her face is better than nearly any other singer alive playing with a full deck.
I just watched a video of her performance at the MOMO awards last week. Yes, she was wasted; yes, she looked like a juvenile rabbit trapped in the headlights; no, you couldn't really make out a word she was singing, but boy, has the girl got a set of lungs and the phrasing of an angel.
We need a great British soul/jazz singer like her. She's a rarity.
At the risk of sounding like a tabloid or Perez Hilton, I hope she gets the appropriate help soon.
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