Sometimes, a person’s image leaves you with a burning sensation.
I’m a pretty big fan of Amy Winehouse. The main reason is because she sounds like an old soul singer and I happen to adore old soul like Otis Redding and Jackie Wilson. There’s that, and the fact that she is very easy on the eyes.
Add to that the fact that she’s british, has an accent, and smokes and I start to develop an infatuation for a bad girl with good tastes in music. She has that diseased go-go dancer charm about her. I bet if you made out with her you’ll talk like Louis Armstrong for a week, she can give you a positive STD!
Just as my infatuation was growing I get the buzzkill you never want to know. I was talking to my mother and she tells me about this great new singer she discovered. I was thinking it’s someone like Fiona Apple or Anne Murray. Instead she tells me it’s some young cute girl who sings soul songs. I tell her that it’s Amy Winehouse and then I feel a pain in my side. It’s my infatuation dying a slow death.
When the old people like the same music as you, it’s time to buy a fanny pack.
Elvi!
