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As always, I’m the last to figure it out. I don’t listen to the radio, and I have to admit: I am not up on the “latest” thing, and usually it comes to me by accident: I’ll hear a song playing in a store and be compelled to run out and buy the whole thing. So all I know about Amy Winehouse is what the tabloids tell me. She seems to enjoy strolling around the streets of London at 3 a.m. in her underwear. She also enjoys buying junk food. She prefers filthy ballet flats and appears to have lost 5 teeth in a 3 month period. She is a trainwreck. I’ve seen the pictures. But never heard her album. Siobhan loved it – hell, everybody loves it – but I had no idea. I didn’t even know what KIND of music it was. So last weekend, we all were hanging out in the tattoo parlor, with Beans, et al … and a song came on, and it pierced right through me. I wondered who it was. It sounded vaguely like Billie Holliday. With maybe some Dinah Washington thrown in. Could it be Eartha Kitt, whom I love? WHO THE HELL IS THAT SINGING BECAUSE SHE IS AWESOME? I asked Beans, and he said, “Amy Winehouse.” So, okay. Yeah. I’m the dummie. I went out and bought her album, and since then – it has been on eternal repeat. This chick is unbelievable. The voice, the sound – it’s almost like a Dirty Dancing<\/i> sound – that type of girl-rock in the 1960s, but more guttural, more grounded. Damn, it’s some good stuff. I can’t stop listening to it.<\/p>\n
Again, I realize I’m the last to figure it out.<\/p>\n
Better late than never.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
As always, I’m the last to figure it out. I don’t listen to the radio, and I have to admit: I am not up on the “latest” thing, and usually it comes to me by accident: I’ll hear a song … Continue reading