I don't know about you, but whenever I watch a movie, tv show, listen to a song, or do anything that involves taking in popular culture, I hear a voice in my head with a running commentary. This affords me no end of amusement and food for thought.
Case in point: the song Rehab by Amy Winehouse.
If you don't already know this, Ms Winehouse lost her war against her demons, fell to temptation once again and died of alcohol poisoning on 23rd July 2011. She was diagnosed with manic depression, had a drug habit that she amazingly managed to kick after several years, only to once again develop an addiction albeit to a different - and legal - substance [alcohol]. Although she tried to help herself, she didn't want outside help, refusing psychological treatment. And not long after that, she drank a hell of a lot of alcohol and died. Draw your own conclusions.
Now on to my nefarious yet humorous observations.
1. Is there a more fitting vice for someone with a surname like Winehouse? I swear it's like Malvolio or Toby Belch in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night!
2. She wrote a song in 2006 about refusing to go to rehab, because at the time she thought she didn't have a problem. Looks like Alanis Morissette's Ironic needs another unironic line: It's like refusing to go to rehab, then dying of alcohol addiction.
3. I now present you with the lyrics to the song, undermined by my comments. [Spoiler alert: I have a very catty running commentary voice.]
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no" - I think you'd agree now that that was a bad idea.
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll know, know, know - We would, especially since now it would require a feat attributed only to Jesus and other unnatural beings.
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine - you're 24 and you still think Daddy always knows best? Oh honey.
He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won't go, go, go - Tantrum, anyone?
I'd rather be at home with Ray - Really? You can't listen to music anywhere except at home?
I ain't got seventy days - Not any more you don't.
'Cause there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway - Shall we make a bet?
Didn't get a lot in class - *Gasp* No! Really?
But I know it don't come in a shot glass - There I was thinking you preferred it by the bottle.
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won't go, go, go
The man said, "Why do you think you here?"
I said, "I got no idea - Har har har. Good one Amy. Pull the other, it's got bells on.
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near" - ...to beat him into submission?
He said, "I just think you're depressed" - No shit Sherlock. Give the man a prize!
Kiss me, "Yeah baby, and the rest"
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll know, know, know
I don't ever wanna drink again - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZ7BcumfEXo
I just, ooh, I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I'm on the mend
And it's not just my pride - Really? It's not?
It's just 'til these tears have dried - So that's why she looked shrivelled! SHE WAS DEHYDRATED!
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won't go, go, go
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the sort of thing that runs through my head when my brain refuses to shut up and enjoy what I'm listening to or watching. I am a self-confessed commentator - you should have heard me muttering at yesterday's Master It! meeting - and the worst person to sit next to at the cinema [hey, at least I don't go into full-blown critical analysis like this one guy I know].
Until next time folks!
Sincerely,
Macs
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