Where in the world is D’Angelo?
No, really. I want to know. After watching the “Untitled (How Does It Feel) video for the seventeenth time in a row, I think its only fitting that I find out what happened to the man who caused me to lose my composure on multiple occasions by simply standing there…naked…with sweat dripping all over his body…
I’m sorry, what was I saying?
My pinky finger still smarts where I accidentally bit down on it as D’Angelo licked his lips for the fourth time. My eyes are watery because, for fear of missing something, I didn’t blink for the entire four minutes and twenty-eight seconds he was on the screen.
All kidding aside…actually, I’m not kidding, but I feel I should probably move on to the meat of my story before I get too distracted by the side dishes…
What happened to good music? What happened to FEELING a song instead of just singing it? What happened to songs that make you close your eyes and reminisce each and every time you hear them. Songs that, years later, you are amazed because you still know all of the lyrics?
Lyrics. What happened to lyrics that made you shiver while still leaving something to the imagination? Now, singers are licking you and sticking you, and making sure the neighbors know their name without even attempting to romance you out of your panties. Nothing is sacred. Instead of making love to your ears, they are just screaming about SEX. Excuse me, but when did SEX become a romantic word? Okay, unless you are talking about ‘Sex Therapy’ and in that instance, my man Robin Thicke gets a pass. Hell, he gets five passes and get out of jail free card, but I digress.
I don’t think I’m asking too much by requesting REAL MUSIC make a comeback. I don’t think I’m out of line by requesting lyrics be the forefront of a love song instead of just a banging beat and a hip-hop collaboration at the bridge.
D’Angelo… I humbly request your presence. You once asked your audience, “How does it feel?” Well, I’m here to tell you that, musically, things aren’t feeling too swift right now.
My name is Ebony Farashuu and these have been the random thoughts of a black butterfly.
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Nice Butterfly!!! You have a valid point. They days of The Isley Brothers, Lenny Williams, Donnie Hathaway are all but gone. Music has lost it's soul and has turned into a front row seat in the lounge chair at the local Gentlemen's Club.
ReplyDeleteThere are some artist who stayed on the path of good music but somewhere down the line became infected with the Sex sells approach and quickly lost their audience. I long for the days of soulful ballots such as "Forever Mine, A Song For You and Because I Love You" where the lyrical content touched you at your very core and allowed you to envision yourself in that moment.
Now before the first bar of a song has ended you already know what it's about and your imagination can not guide you to that place that you hope someday to be. Very few songs have took you on a journey or just gave you the comfort that love and romance are still alive and well in music. Lathun Grady's "Fortunate" and Anthony Hamilton's "The Point of it all" still give me hope that there is still quality songwriting out there that can touch the soul. But only time will tell.. I'm praying for the best.
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