In other news, it looks like she might be regretting her remarks about never having been kissed, because she shuts down Diane Sawyer (and anyone else remember when Diane Sawyer was, like, a real journalist? Because this interview is just embarrassing) pretty quick when she tries to bring it up. Really, the focus on it has been sort of creepy. I’d also be pretty creeped out by Piers Morgan’s offer to be her first kiss had she not already told an interviewer — early on, before she was asked by the umpteenth media outlet about her virginity — that she would like to kiss him. And at least it would shut down all the talk about her first kiss at some point and allow everyone to move on.
Then there’s the makeover talk, and I’m glad to see that she’s also shutting that down by insisting that she doesn’t want to change too much. I’m also glad to see that Amanda Holden agrees (though I’d be less glad if Susan had *wanted* a makeover, and Amanda was deciding for her). A great part of her appeal is her real-person-ness, and going too glam would wreck that.
What does it say about me that when I loaded up all my CDs onto iTunes, I noticed that the two artists I had more of than anyone else were Concrete Blonde and Esquivel?
You’re quite talented, and one of the joys of New York City is that you never know what kind of talented musician or performer you’re going to run into on the subways. Just last night, I saw a jazz violinist, and there are breakdancers in the Grand Central subway station, and opera singers, and Mexican guitarists, and brass bands, and the washtub guy, and people playing Chinese instruments, and the Delta Blues folks, and a cappella four-part harmonies. And those Peruvian musicians, but I don’t like them very much.*
With all of that vast talent and variety out there, do you think you could maybe step it up a little and expand your repertoire beyond “Onward, Christian Soldiers”?
Thanks much,
Zuzu
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*It all happened during Art Fair in Ann Arbor. The law school was on the corner of South State and South University, which were two of the major streets hosting Art Fair. There were Peruvian musicians, several groups of them. They set up at several points along South State and South U. And I could hear every minute that they played, eight hours a day, for five days. The same songs, over and over. And they’re *still* playing those same songs. I think they’re following me.
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