I remember loving the original so hard and being crushed when I found out I had to buy the ENTIRE Dr. Doolittle soundtrack in order to really wrap my paws on the track. The only thing this cover is lacking is the cooing backup baby singers. Aside from that, no complaints.
RIP Aaliyah. As for Beth Ditto, I’ll just say that each time I google image search you I am left in awe.
“Now jokiness had made way for melodrama, or plaintiveness. The rhetorical questions had a clammy air; the exclamation mark was the first resort of those who shout to make themselves clearer.”—Atonement. after the fourth pick-up, welcome to the night stand.
I like to listen to this and imagine Amy. Drunk. At HER party. Mad at some bitch. I would wingman that shit in an instant (team Amy, of course. Johnny was her’s. And by ‘wingman’ I mean make sure she’s steady on her feet and help clasp her shaking hands into a fist, knowing full well that she’d never muster up enough stability to connect with the broad face of a barn. But I’d BE THERE.)
I bet she keeps a shank in her hair. Any self-respecting woman would.
In related news: COME BACK AMY! Vive le Winehouse!
GIMME SHELTER: a new column devoted to amazing covers.
For the inaugural post, Florence and The Machine’s haunting and saucy take on Robert Palmer’s hit. This video always makes me think I can surely pull off glossy fire engine lips. Especially when I wear sheer black hose.
Also, in the game horse, bird, or muffin old Rob Palm is a total birdy muffin, which are hard to come by.