Wow. This was seriously awful. This is one of those occasions, where, when I say “I could do better,” it’s not an exaggeration. Poor Amy was so … um, completely stone-cold sober that she couldn’t keep time, remember the words, or stop caressing her body like she does when she’s on something. After the poor-ass performance, she threw her hands up in the air and walked back to berate the bass player. For what? Oh, I don’t know. Probably STAYING IN TIME with the REST OF THE BAND.
Get it togeth … aw, fuck it.