Amy Who?
It finally happened. I was perusing the shelves at a newsstand, deciding what delightfully trashy mags I would get or my beach reading. (EW and The Economist) And I saw the latest issue of Rolling Stone.
There was a woman on the cover, with dark black cat eye-liner and a slightly pouty expression.
I stared.
Recognition was not dawning, a sense of familiarity did not surface. Then I realized with sickening dread... I had no idea who this was. I did not know who was on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
Amy Winehouse? Amy who? And then it occurred to me...how the hell does anyone know new artists anymore? When I was a kid (a millenia ago), we listened to the radio (my beloved WFIT college radio) or we watched the MTV, that stood for Music Television, long before the first episode of the Real World. I first heard Camper Van Beethoven on 89.5 and first heard Tori on MTV.
So to my hipper friends who have undoubtedly heard of this person and have her songs already on their dandy little ipod nanos, how the hell do you know who to freaking download!?!?!
*When I was a kid we had cassette tapes and we liked, if they broke we fixed them with scotch tape and kept on playing them. Flibberty-floo!*