what a girl
what a girl
i know it well
but then you get back up
DEAR D’ANGELO, My name is John Mayer. You might know me from that “Your Body Is a Wonderland” song, or perhaps our mutual friend, Roots drummer? uestlove, mentioned me to you. I’m writing to ask you to put out a follow-up to one of the few records to change my life forever, Voodoo.
When Voodoo came out in 2000, I stood in line at Tower Records in Atlanta at midnight to get it. Turns out, it set the gold standard for modern “neo” soul music. It’s 2004, and I’m no less excited by it today than I was when I played it full blast in my mother’s Plymouth Voyager on the way to my bullshit job. I drive a nicer car now, but I still listen to Voodoo and wonder what my albums would sound like if I took a bite off your style and what R&B would be like if you came back.
In contrast to the present age of gunmetal-gray hip-hop, with perfectly aligned beats and blips, Voodoo throbs. It’s skin in the place of plastic. Questlove’s drums serve as an atomic clock, while Pino Palladino’s bass playing taunts the drums by showing the bar line just how late it can wake up and still arrive to work on time. I’m not even going to detail your impeccable vocal layering. You know what you did.
Yes, Voodoo isn’t laced with perfect pop hooks, but then again it’s so devoid of them that I never assumed you were worried about appeasing radio anyway. Its beauty is simplicity, a Japanese rock garden of hip-hop and R&B, and it’s because of the negative space that I can still listen to it. There’s nothing frivolous to get stuck in your head, so there’s nothing to want out.
If you haven’t recently committed any of yourself to tape, I’m begging you to put your suit and cape back on. Your contemporaries aren’t going to ask you to come back; they’re scared of having to be perched next to you. Only a lanky white boy like me can call you out of hiding. And if you need any help with those tunes, you know who to call. Questlove’s got my number.
actually ready to give this lecturer a destiny cloud fist to her face for making my lecture notes a fucking fill in the blanks test.
this afternoon i cruised down to officeworks to get some pens in preparation for exams. so off to the pen aisle i went BUT THERE WERE SO MANY PENS. all i wanted was a pen that was affordable, comfortable, and produced clear strokes with no smudging. i decided to take a stab and went with papermate inkjoy 100 1.0mm. oh my god what a treasure i have found! the triangular shaped body allowed for a surprisingly ergonomic grip. colors are bold, ink transfer is very responsive and does not smudge! however the pen design overall is quite bland and leaves something to be desired.
4 stars for quality
5 stars for value
2 stars for design
"he is literally holding the oxygen supply that music lovers breathe"