Mama Amy Winehouse Is Fed Up
AMY Winehouse is in conversation.
The singer, who pushed back the envelope of popular music when she threw up on stage, is lying down in the Sun.
In the run up to the Brits awards, the British music industry’s AGM, Winehouse tells us “why love is making the Valentine’s event even more special”.
Says Winehouse: “Of course I like a drink,” says Amy. “But I only tend to get on it when I’m bored.”
But Amy is about so much more then giving full throat to her musical development before a live audience. “But there’s another side to me people don’t see,” says she. “I also like to get up early, cook my fella breakfast then go to the gym.”
The gym? Such talks could ruin a young rebel’s career. But rock ‘n’ roll was ever so. Iggy Pop didn’t get those sinewy muscles from just lifting the microphone. The Red Hot Chilli Peppers are buffed to a deep mahogany sheen. And Cliff Richard is a demon with the tennis racket.
But it was not always so for Winehosue. Stick-thin Winehouse tells us how she was once puffing away on two ounces of marijuana a week.
But now the woman up for Best Female and Best Album Brit awards is a reformed character. She keeps house for lover Alex. “Today I cooked for all of Alex’s band then sent them off to the studio with sandwiches, crisps and drinks. I felt like their mum.”
Can it be that Winehosue, carrying the looks of a young Bette Midler, is turning into a Jewish mother? Boyfriend Alex – “the most beautiful man I have ever seen” – may not set the world of music alight (the Sun has him playing in a band; the Mirror bills him as a “chef”) but he will always be well fed and picked by “mum” up any time of night – just call.
Posted: 13th, February 2007 | In: Tabloids Comment | TrackBack | Permalink
