Friday, February 29, 2008

Sinff me out like I was Tanqueray

Amy Winehouse rocks my socks. Her, voice, her style, her balls to the walls attitude, her messy fucked up-ness. You don't get a voice filled with soul like that with out having lived a life...without living a life.

She's got personal problems.. yeah so what, who the fuck doesn't. I don't want squeaky clean, pristine, white washed, bullshit in my ear when I'm alone in the dark, contomplating my life. I don't want homogenised pop music i cant relate to blaring out my car stereo as i blaze down the 101 way over the speed limit on the way to screw a stranger 12 ways to Sunday. I want it gritty and i want it real and i wanna feel it.

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good



She's got depth.... and shes got pipes... and she's got my attention.

3 comments:

Therapeutic Ramblings said...

She reminds me of Kurt Cobain....amazing talent, but a complete train wreck as a person. Let's hope she lasts longer.

Jenny DeMilo said...

really who's not a train wreck. I think we all are. Shes just public and her life is under a microscope. I would say that most of us wouldn't fair as well with that kind of scrutiny.

Valley Girl said...

You're preaching to the choir!!! I heart her! So bad-ass. She's like Billy Holiday meets Lauryn Hill, no?