I don't know how "classic" this one is, but I'm sure it's long been forgotten.
After two Aubrey O'Day posts, I started thinking that I should post a vid from a slutty chick. Lo and behold, Alannah Myles popped into my head.
Everyone remembers Alannah for "Black Velvet," a song that will never take a rest as long as there is karaoke and American Idol. Most people probably think Ms. Myles just went away quietly after "Black Velvet" invaded the airwaves, but she did have another Top 40 hit with "Love Is."
As a one-time owner of Alannah's 1989 debut record, I used to really like this song. Maaaaaybe I belted it out into my curling iron a few times while I was getting ready to go to the mall. And maybe I turned the lights off and put my Conair makeup mirror on the "evening" setting while I was doing it. So what? I could still put on a better performance than her.
You see, I had the misfortune of seeing Alannah open for Robert Plant of all people. She came out in some skimpy lace teddy or some such nonsense, and it was immediately clear that she was trying to be the brunette, Canadian Madonna. It didn't really work.
Apparently, a lot of men really found this woman sexy, but I have never understood her appeal. Every time I look at her, I can't shake the feeling that she's like one of those 50-something ladies who you'd see strutting around Wal-Mart on a Saturday night in an ill-fitting camisole, ripped up denim mini-skirt, and 4-inch yellow pumps, hitting on stock boys. I guess that's what belting back too much Black Velvet does to you.
After two Aubrey O'Day posts, I started thinking that I should post a vid from a slutty chick. Lo and behold, Alannah Myles popped into my head.
Everyone remembers Alannah for "Black Velvet," a song that will never take a rest as long as there is karaoke and American Idol. Most people probably think Ms. Myles just went away quietly after "Black Velvet" invaded the airwaves, but she did have another Top 40 hit with "Love Is."
As a one-time owner of Alannah's 1989 debut record, I used to really like this song. Maaaaaybe I belted it out into my curling iron a few times while I was getting ready to go to the mall. And maybe I turned the lights off and put my Conair makeup mirror on the "evening" setting while I was doing it. So what? I could still put on a better performance than her.
You see, I had the misfortune of seeing Alannah open for Robert Plant of all people. She came out in some skimpy lace teddy or some such nonsense, and it was immediately clear that she was trying to be the brunette, Canadian Madonna. It didn't really work.
Apparently, a lot of men really found this woman sexy, but I have never understood her appeal. Every time I look at her, I can't shake the feeling that she's like one of those 50-something ladies who you'd see strutting around Wal-Mart on a Saturday night in an ill-fitting camisole, ripped up denim mini-skirt, and 4-inch yellow pumps, hitting on stock boys. I guess that's what belting back too much Black Velvet does to you.
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Maybe it's a chick thing?
Guess I found a second source of income.
i like when your forgotten videos serve as education in addition to entertainment.