Every cool girl in my generation wanted to be Annabella Lwin.
Despite little action of her own and (let's face it) not a whole lot of actual talent, she was plucked out of her life, given a mohawk, and made a star. If she could do it, so could any of us! The only difference between us was Malcolm MacLaren.
I keep meaning to blog about MacLaren, whose effect on this era is still not wholly understood, I don't think. Svengali? Sure. But he also saw commercial possibility in what was essentially an underground movement, and in that sense he wasn't so different from, say, Tony Wilson, who arguably gets more respect.
Anyway, I just think the video's cute, and Spike's blog is always worth poking around, so enjoy!
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¡Put me een a sweater y call me candy!
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www.myspace.com/amyclarke
NYMary,
Here's Amy's page. May be a bit folksy rather than pop,
Goddammit, Annabella had talent. She could belt out a song like no one else. I saw Bow Wow Wow at the Ritz way back when, and they put on a real show with dancers and everything. Too bad the fire marshall didn't get his payoff that night and shut down the show.
Damn straight she had talent. She could belt a song out as good as any American Idol winner but her songs were actually worth getting stuck in yer head. Bow Wow Wow (formerly the Ants part of Adam and the Ants) were a pretty good band and had their own unique take on the jungle rythm beat. She could dance, sing, some of her songs were even about something other than sex. She was also incredibly sexy. As she was underage at the time, technically you could say that under Malcolm's guidance she turned many young men in my generation into instant pedophiles. Whew!
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