My favorite part of the NYT article outing Eliot Spitzer’s call girl (Pssst! ABC news, she’s over here), was this particular detail:

On the Web page is a recording of what she describes as her latest track, “What We Want,” an amateurish, hip-hop inflected rhythm and blues tune that asks, “Can you handle me, boy?” and uses some dated slang, calling someone her “boo.”

Based on that description, it sounds like a 21st century version of Mark Wahlberg and John C. Reilly’s band in Boogie Nights. (Whose song in the movie “You Got the Power,” amateurish as it may have seemed, was actually a cover of Stan Bush and Barrage’s gloriously cheesy song taken from the “Transformers” movie soundtrack — the original 1986 animated version with voicework from Orson Welles, not the recent Michael Bay flick, but I digress…)

Anyway, the song was clearly a demo of some kind, and while not any good, it wasn’t that embarassing either. If the NYT thinks it was “amateurish” then they clearly haven’t spent much time in the everlasting fires of musical perdition known as “MySpace.” Could have been much much worse.

Then they say the song uses “dated slang, calling someone her ‘boo’”? The Usher/Alicia Keys megahit “My Boo” is two-and-a-half years old. I didn’t realize the NYT reporters were so discriminating — maybe there’s a long entry regarding ethnomusicological etymology in the AP stylebook I’ve somehow overlooked. Bottom line is among the litany of bad decisions Ms. Dupre has made, her reaching musical ambitions are waayyyyy down on the list. Particularly since I bet that she’s already been contacted by producers. I’d also bet dollars to donuts that if she doesn’t walk away from this incident with her dignity, she will have a record contract in hand. Whether that will prove as exploitative as Lisa suggests, I don’t know. But I don’t know what good immediately pronouncing judgment on the artistic endeavors of a girl with an obviously fragile self-esteem does either.