music morning.

Driving to work this morning I was in need of a little musical love. So who did I turn to? Amy Winehouse. Fuck yes. Bless her messy heart, this woman can sing. I think. I mean, I get it. They signed her because she's an unpredictably loose canon. It's why people loved Janis, obsessed over Steven and lit up at Bob shows. The less predictable, the better. So listening to her this morning, I was soothed by the fact that she sings from the depth of that. It's a parody. People love watching the irony of an addict strutting around on stage singing about how she doesn't actually need to go to rehab because her dad think she's OK. Sounds like something the Bieb might say. On the contrary, I did just gain a little more respect for her (not that it was low in the first place--I think she's great) when I read this quote: "I wouldn't say I'm a feminist but I don't like girls pretending to be stupid because it's easier." She knew exactly what she was doing with her Back to Black album. Kind of like Kesha playing the role of a cracked out idiot. She's not, but the more people buy it, the more money she makes. How did I not catch on? I think I could use a few lessons from Paris Hilton too.

After I got a little bored with Amy (apparently I have the attention span of an ant these days), I moved on to Cee Lo (freaking genius), Cold War Kids, Elbow and ended with Florence + The Machine. Yeah, my drive into trabajo today was that long. Coloradans can't drive as it is and when you add rain, you might as well cash in for the day. I'm almost embarrassed to have CO plates because of it, but then I remember my love for the mountains and all is well with the world.

I digress . . . back to Florence . . .

My friend Heidi described her reaction Dogs Days Are Over exactly how I would have . . . "This song just makes me want to go crazy." Yes. Yes it does. And by crazy, I do mean get up and dance ya face off, which I've grown accustomed to doing in random bars, much to the chagrin of trendy hipster socialites. Don't knock it till you try it. Because. It. Feels. Fantastic.