Oh, the irony. First, her team finally convinces her to get her crack-ass into rehab and just as quickly tries to get her a visa to come perform at the Grammys.Although I am glad it was denied, I had to wonder how we can let terrorist slip through the whole visa system, but Amy ... no-no-no-no ... she's stopped before she can get out of the dentist chair with her new tooth. [At the last minute, too late to make the trip here, her visa was okay'd]
So plan B goes into effect. Let her perform via satellite. Brilliant, let her out of rehab so she can perform and get an award for her hit "Rehab".
* excuse me a minute while I scratch my head*
And then continues on by entertaining us with "You Know I'm No Good", her other hit.
Don't get me wrong, I think she has a great voice, really. A sexy, sultry, bluesy sound. Others must agree, because she in fact did win a total of five Grammys.
The award show may have inspired her to get new teeth, comb that
I hope the night of musical success was just the shot-in-the-arm (yeah, I took the cheap pun) she needs to get her life back together.
I must be a "mom" because I want to get her a haircut/style, a bath, a manicure and pedicure, fix the rest of the teeth and some decent clothes. I'd ban her from getting anymore tats and feed that girl three square meals, each with a side of chocolate. And I'd try to keep her butt in rehab, I'd say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Isn't that what management teams are for?
Good luck Amy. You have potential and were given a brass ring on the merry-go-round of life, don't fall off, just enjoy the ride.
Wasn't she pretty before she discovered the ugly crack pipe?
