giddy up.
aaaaand, we’re back…. there seems to be a theme going on in these posts… stool and muzak. i’ve already touched upon the former, so i’ll take a turn with the latter. (btw… papa loves mambo… the scene where marty’s on the hoverboard behind young biff’s ride and the song is playing on the radio, they go through the tunnel and he loses radio signal… boo yah!) anywho… so, mikey wants me to chat a bit about the John Legend/Corrine Bailey Rae concert I went to on Tuesday at UCI Bren Center. It was stellar. Moving on.
Amy Winehouse. She has a face best hidden behind a paper bag, but damn the chick can sing. She’s Shirley Bassey meets Lauryn Hill reincarnated into a tatty, foul mouthed, jewess brit with the face only a mother could love. Check her out. I dig her. Like a grave. Just close your eyes so you’re not distracted by the incongruity between the horse face and the kick ass voice.
Amy Winehouse – Rehab