Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
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Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
When I saw Amy Winehouse’s Grammy performance, I damn near gave her a standing ovation in my bedroom.
I interviewed Amy in 2003 while working for a music mag in London. We were profiling her as an up-and-coming artist. I remember meeting her at a little spot next to the Jazz Café in Camden. I don’t remember much of the interview, other than it being a refreshing conversation. She was a fresh voice, in every sense. New on the scene, she’d clearly had no media training. She spoke her mind on any and everything and she was hilarious.
Her first album didn’t do much. When the second one came out and started to build steam, it was sad to see she had to become a complete train wreck before getting the recognition she deserves.
Her personal life, played out daily in the brutal British tabloids, seemed to go from bad to worse last year. Professionally, she didn’t seem to show up to any gigs without being intoxicated and it was a miracle if she actually finished a show.
So her performance at the Grammys Sunday night, was a milestone. She looked sober. She smiled. She performed. She danced (not very well, but she did, nonetheless), She had all her teeth and she even appeared to have brushed that rats nest of a beehive.
Probably the best moment was when she won Record of the Year and gave the oh-so-classy shout out; “For my Blake, incarcerated.”
But even if she hadn’t done any of that, there’s no arguing with that voice.
*Quick side bar: For all the shit they’ve had to put up with, her backing singers should totally get their own gig. C’mon, scale of 1-10, how adorable are they?!
(Sorry, couldn’t find the video to link here).
‘Canadian’ is the new N word
I read this interesting piece about how in some of the southern states, ‘Canadian’ is the new racial slur, which I found pretty hilarious.
On the up side, I guess they finally figured out that saying the N word is a pretty sure fire way to get your ass kicked/get a personal visit from Al Sharpton. But why replace it with ‘Canadian’ of all things?
In the article they use the example of black people being bad tippers at a restaurant, so the staff will say they have a table of ‘Canadians’. If we’re talking about bad tipping, shouldn’t the racial slur be ‘Brits’? But as I have dual British/Canadian citizenship, I guess I’d be offended either way.
A Sign From On High
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there is a God. I went into my favorite shoe shop the other day and saw that some shoes I’d been stalking had (much to my delight) made their way into the 50% off section. And they had my size.
If that isn’t the big JC looking down from heaven saying ‘treat yourself, bitch’, I don’t know what is.
These Betsy Johnson numbers have a 4 1/2 inch heel, plaid uppers, fushia pink soles and black patent toes and heels. (That description makes them sound hideous, but I assure you, they are the very definition of fabulous).
I had asked the man upstairs to send me Marc Jacobs flats, but as everyone says, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
High five to Jesus!