ms plastic-fork-inhairdo von chopstickarms and mr manipulative
haha sk!
maybe i'm just not cool enough to understand their coolness, tsss.
amy winehouse was on the cover of the rolling stone the other week.
bought it, read it, i wish i hadn't- i thought she was a fuck off-diva, a cool chic lissom, "but no no no" haha, just kiddin. but i haaave to say she disappointed me a little bit.
drunk n insecure anyone? too bad azz.
------She's outwardly polite, but not so consummate a pro that she ever fully disguises her impatience. She's not above putting on an exaggerated pout when she doesn't want to do something, and stomping off when that doesn't work. Her Baby is also an expert at the latter maneuver.
While in line at a security checkpoint at the CN Tower, Fielder-Civil declares to no one in particular that he's going back to the hotel and bolts. Winehouse runs after him in a panic. "What's just happened?" one of her backup singers asks, while the rest of Winehouse's entourage watches through the window to see the singer search the grounds of the tower like a lost child. But when her manager brings her back inside, black liner smeared beneath her tear-soaked eyes, nobody works up the nerve to actually ask about it. Though her thoughts run elsewhere and her nose, well, it just runs, Winehouse suggests we take a crack at "doing some words" together over lunch in the observation deck. After my first several questions provoke clipped responses, I try what has always been a foolproof icebreaker, whether in bars or on tour buses: Ask the tattooed about their ink.
How old were you when you got your first tattoo?
While in line at a security checkpoint at the CN Tower, Fielder-Civil declares to no one in particular that he's going back to the hotel and bolts. Winehouse runs after him in a panic. "What's just happened?" one of her backup singers asks, while the rest of Winehouse's entourage watches through the window to see the singer search the grounds of the tower like a lost child. But when her manager brings her back inside, black liner smeared beneath her tear-soaked eyes, nobody works up the nerve to actually ask about it. Though her thoughts run elsewhere and her nose, well, it just runs, Winehouse suggests we take a crack at "doing some words" together over lunch in the observation deck. After my first several questions provoke clipped responses, I try what has always been a foolproof icebreaker, whether in bars or on tour buses: Ask the tattooed about their ink.
How old were you when you got your first tattoo?
-About fifteen.
What is it?
What is it?
-I got Betty Boop on my back. I just like tattoos.
What did your parents think of that?
What did your parents think of that?
-My parents pretty much realized that I would do whatever I wanted, and that was it, really.
How many tattoos do you have altogether?
How many tattoos do you have altogether?
-Twelve or thirteen.
Have you always been interested in traditional-style pinup girls and that sort of thing?
Have you always been interested in traditional-style pinup girls and that sort of thing?
-Yeah, I guess so.
Who's Cynthia?
Who's Cynthia?
-That's my grandma, God rest her soul.
Have you ever had one covered up, or are there any you don't like to look at?
Have you ever had one covered up, or are there any you don't like to look at?
-I don't regret anything.
Nothing?
Nothing?
-No.
Then how do you deal with things that you wish hadn't happened?
Then how do you deal with things that you wish hadn't happened?
-I don't know. Ask me that after I've been home and seen Blake.--------
----I ask if she'd even shed a tear if she had to stop touring and making records tomorrow."Not really," she says. "I've done a record I'm really proud of. And that's about it. It's just that I'm a caretaker and I want to enjoy myself and spend time with my husband. It doesn't even feel weird saying it now. Blake and I didn't get to spend any time together for a long while. And I was with someone else, and he was with someone else, and even six months ago I'd meet up with him and I remember saying to him so many times, 'I just want to look after you.' I don't want to be ungrateful. I know I'm talented, but I wasn't put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family. I love what I do, but it's not where it begins and ends." ---
boooring.
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