The Stupid Things…

Fast forward seven years, and I find out that his newest album Love After War includes a reimagining of the piece that made me give my soul eternally to one of the most remarkable Soul and R&B singers that our generation has to offer. To say I was impressed would be an insult to not only Thicke’s artistry, but to the very vastness of love and pure emotion themselves. I was born again, made brand new and uninhibited by the sounds emanating from this man’s voice. My head swam, my limbs became feather-light, and I was floating into a world full up of so many stars and such brilliance that I don’t quite know where I’ve landed.

To be honest, this is the first time in a very long time where I’ve been so moved by the pure soul and ache of a song that I’ve just had to respond. A part of me wanted to be selfish and just write something and put it on my own blog, but that’s completely unfair to anyone who has a heart, anyone who has a soul that yearns for touch, desires deep love, honest penetration and caresses at the root.

Robin Thicke’s newest rendition of his R&B classic is a testament to the power of music and the purity that lay within each and every one of us. It’s a beckoning call to anyone who needs to feel their soul uplifted, their spirits left shiny with happy teardrops.

I don’t know if this post is even relevant. But I just needed to let loose some of this emotion before it threatened to be ripped from me in a primal scream that I’m sure would’ve scared the Holy Ghost out of my mother. I just hope that anyone out there who’s interested in some honest to goodness Soul music will take a break away from their lives and let beauty penetrate in spots long forgotten.