We Actually Love…
When it comes to modern music of love you cannot fuck with D'Angelo. Men will try and play it all cool and pretend that I'm talking shit, but do a gender demographic at a D'Angelo gig and then hush your mouth, because women love him. And to be fair, so do I. The Voodoo album in particular, the very point in time where R&B went all Dilla esque and shifted into a bumpy, hot mess of gloopy funk. This one's the tune of the album for me. For the haters out there, keep playing your harsh electronic shit to try and woo the women and see where it gets you – they may pretend they're alright with it, but only until a man comes along who listens to D'Angelo in the bedroom – then you're history. Love Joe. xxx
Another empty masquerade of rampant consumerism or an excuse to listen to alluring solicitations of soul-sensualism, slighted-lover vendetta’s or ‘conventional’ balladry concerning an unfulfilled romance with a cleaner. Going for the latter come Valentine’s, instead of a sorry plod down to Clinton’s. Just call me Valentino.
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