Oh, Amy
It is time for me to go to bed but before I do I just wanted to put this up, one little mouse for everyone to enjoy. I have written before about my love for Amy Winehouse which is ongoing. And I am so sad that she’s having all these wackity crackity problems. I think with all the nonsense (or Nunsense, if you love off broadway shows) there is now a part of the populace that is kind of turned off to discovering her or understanding that she is really fucking unbelievably great. Oh, it pains me how much I love her. And I maintain, in spite of everything, that she is still GFTJ.*
In any case, I know clicking on a link is kind of a drag, but do not be a dumb dumb, just click ON THIS. This is Amy singing “Teach Me Tonight” a few years ago, pre-beehive, when she was just emerging and before the pipe smoking. She still had hot legs and good boobs and a sweet baby fat face anchored by that shnoz I adore (I admit I’ve always wanted a reverse nose job – I kinda wish mine was bigger. At least wider. I love big noses. I hate small noses. I hate them. I hate them in the same way I hate Dominos Pizza. Just fucking passionless, useless.) In any case, this clip gives me a major case of chills, full on arm-hair-up-chills. I love her red nylon eighties jacket and her little sway and the way you can tell she’s feeling the sexiness of the song. I love the way she jumps around at the end all excited like a little kid. This is what’s in there! Still, I believe.
It’s always a melancholy thing. To meet someone whose full loveliness is now obscured for some reason. Whose glow only sweeps over you now and then, like a lighthouse beam pulsing and then receding through the fog of a mysterious hurt which you can feel more than really understand. Probably we are all as adults a bit dimmed by some bad business. But here’s to songs and random blogged bits of youtubage brightening us day by day.
OK. Off to brush teeth and do an under the pillow spider check and then tuck in.
Feel better soon Amy. Feel better soon everyone.
(*Good For The Jews)
July 30th, 2008 at 8:00 pm
Wow…what a difference 3 years, a lot of crack-smokin’, and a lack of dental hygiene makes. If only Amy was like you, Jessi, and brushed before bedtime. I get the feeling, however, that “bedtime” for Amy is whatever time it might happen to be when she passes out from overindulgence. Come on, Amy! British rock star junkiedom is so passé. A true rebel would stay sober, get to bed at a decent hour and, ummm, I dunno…wear sweater vests?
July 31st, 2008 at 1:44 am
miss muffet –
the inhabitants of a region compose its populace. a country with high population density is populous. poor grammar, like bill kristol, is bftj.
July 31st, 2008 at 6:16 pm
You said a mouthful, sister. I just want to hug her.
August 2nd, 2008 at 6:27 pm
thank you rhymes with for your spelling correction. I did not know how to spell it. Then I googled it. I misgoogled.
August 11th, 2008 at 8:54 pm
it was a cheap and grubby criticism, as ostentatious as it was trivial…that was the point. i think you have to be at like OT IV before they lay this on you, but i’ll hip everyone gratis – words that rhyme all mean the same thing. thus, the fully deserved ad hominem swipe at mister kristol was, in fact, an ad homonym attack against the conventions of a defective orthography, albeit through a manner of word play that makes the nerds say yr gay. (the you who is me) xenuphobes are bftj.