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this is from the LA Weekly…
U.K. soul mama gets crowned on the Sunset Strip Monday, March 19, at the Roxy
By Ernest Hardy
Thursday, March 22, 2007 - 12:00 pm
Monday, March 19, at the Roxy
Performing to a sold-out Roxy, Amy Winehouse gave a hilarious intro to the confessional song “You Know I’m No Goodâ€: After she had betrayed a lover, he asked if she even loved him. “I told him, ‘I do love you,’ †she recounted — adding with playful exasperation, “ ‘But, like, I get bored. I told you I’m no good!’ †The crowd loved it — and sang every song by heart, all night long.
Winehouse’s top-to-bottom brilliant sophomore album, Back to Black (Republic/Universal), is bursting with great, quotable lines, many as wry as they are poignant. One of the best is tucked in the driving, Motown-based “Tears Dry on Their Own,†where she admits: “Even if I stop wanting you/and perspective pushes through/I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon…â€
The word other is key here. That’s the woman who wears the scarlet letter — fallen, disgraced. Winehouse casually conveys volumes through a single word or phrasing choice throughout Black, a breakup album whose defining characteristic is working-class feminine wit. And I mean both types of wit — intelligence and humor, which Winehouse uses intuitively to express how obsession dovetails with addiction. References to booze and boozing, drugging and fucking-as-self-destruction crowd the text of this confessional album. The musical filter through which Winehouse pours it all is the girl-group sound of the early ’60s — the Shangri-Las, the Shirelles, the Ronettes and the Chiffons.
Live, Winehouse was noticeably nervous but utterly charming, singing for an audience who knew all the words to all the songs. She was in spectacular voice throughout, backed by a crack band (man, that horn section . . .) and two chicly attired male backup singers who energetically pulled off synchronized choreography. Winehouse’s own herky-jerky, off-the-beat dancing and ragged emulation of girl-group style somehow underscored an aura of sincerity (a matted beehive with an unkempt tail; an ill-fitting dress that kept sliding down her scary-thin frame; weathered leopard-print shoes rummaged from the back of some tranny’s closet). Her awkward performance of femininity befits a woman who can’t quite figure how to stop fucking up her relationships and her life.
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snaged this from perezhilton.com - thanks perez for the post!
Amy Winehouse is such a hot mess!
She is the stuff of legend, and on Monday night a who’s who of hipsters and Hollywood players were treated to a tour de force performance by the Rehab chanteuse.
You never know if Wino is gonna show up to a gig or if she’ll even make it through a show, but she more than held her own at The Roxy.
Unfortunately, fans expecting to see her at Spaceland in Silverlake tonight might be a tad disappointed. We hear she might be cancelling!
Why? Because the venue is too small and they won’t allow her 10+ person band to come with her.
Hopefully that will all get sorted out, but if it doesn’t…..well, that’s Amy Winehouse for ya!
To sing the blues you must live the blues. And she lives it.
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