Let us gaze now into our custom Flashion Forward crystal ball and coquettishly zig and zag about the closets of UI’s fave new interviewees to examine the physical and psychological baggage they pack their shizzle in. Join me, won’t you? Today we’re invading Aimee Allen’s boudoir.
First things first: kick ass music aside, I absolutely love it when a lady–who could have become yet another corny helmet-hair talking head (oky, babbling incoherently talking head) on a horrifyingly craptastic TVGuide Channel show–decides to take the rougher, more shoddily paved (and paid) road to notoriety. Aka, indie rock.
When Aimee isn’t blowing up former beaus, disappointing friends or dispersing tragic life lessons with carefully aimed B52 bomb-worthy lyrics, she finds the time to churn out collections of “mostly acoustic tracks that sound tailor made for contemplation in the sunshine or sitting by a campfire.” But she hasn’t gone totally soft on us. In her latest effort, A Little Happiness, she still manages to issue forth some welcome sturm und drang, this time with a more “reflective” take on “less happy themes come up like heartbreak and organized religion.”
With all of Angelina Jolie’s seductive, tattooed, introspective charm, but sans the over-puffed peckers and almost tangibly sky-high and stomach-churning degree of self-regard, Aimee embodies the girl-crush inducing style of your coolest gal pals: whimsical, self confident, slightly zany, always fun.
And like the best of the BFFs, she’s not afraid to pass on a few life lessons without sounding like your mom with a roiling case of PMS. See her sage advice below regarding the sometimes surprising factoid that alcohol + talent + a microphone + an audience does not in fact = brilliant insights that your fanbase will want to go home and worshipfully contemplate.
TOPICS: Flashion Forward, Kathleen Willcox