So did anybody catch Amy Winehouse on Letterman the other night?
I tuned in to find out what all the fuss was about, despite the fact that when I hear a phrase like "the latest young Brit neo-soul diva" my eyes tend to glaze over. Turned out she was way interesting, although not exactly in the way I expected.
First of all, yeah, she can sing. And she has It, if you know what I mean. And her 21st century Ronettes shtick is quite smart -- in her tattoed, beehived glory, she's everything that the real Ronnie Spector implied but couldn't quite come out and say.
What took me aback, however, is that she's actually a throwback to a different tradition -- the whole Brit putting-on-the-style thing. In fact, when all is said and done, she reminded me less of a Sixties girl group babe and more of an early 70s glam rock star -- specifically, the pre-moonlight and roses Bryan Ferry, circa "These Foolish Things."
Which is to say she's trying to have her camp and eat it too.
P.S. Found a fun YouTube clip of her and Paul Weller dueting on "I Heard It Through the Grapevine." Someday when I've mastered the tech stuff here I'll post it, as it sort of proves the point.
For, you, baby. --NYM
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