When I first lay eyes on Amy Winehouse, I immediately thought: prostitute. For good reason, too. I mean, just look at her. She seriously looks like a hooker. But what sets this hooker apart from all the other harlots in the Red Light District is her unmistakable talent. Not at sex, but at singing. Amy Winehouse can really, really sing. Which makes me love her and feel sorry for calling her a prostitute. I'm sorry, Amy. I meant it at the time, but I take it back. I'm sure you don't sell your body on the streets even though you look it.
She has a surprisingly low voice, full of soul and attitude. You can put her in jazz, soul, R&B, blues, whatever the hell you want, but no matter what category you put her in, she's going to stand out. I was so so close to comparing her to Joss Stone for a second, like the evil, slutty, alcoholic version of Joss Stone, until it hit me that I was being retarded and that the two crooners sound nothing alike, even though they're both from the UK. One one hand, you have lovable Joss who covers White Stripes songs and shows up on Gap commercials barefoot. On the other hand, which is two arms lengths away from the other hand, you have Amy Winehouse, a performer who vomits in the middle of her set because of her mass consumption of alcohol prior to going onstage. But who do I enjoy listening to more? The drunk. She's more fun, unique, and fabulous. Cleavage, tattoos, and all.
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