AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT…

timberlake trots all over the country in his suit and tie. robin thicke watches, rubs his hands together, murmurs, “okay. i got something for that.”

i saw this friday night and i’ve been bemused & slightly perplexed ever since. what’s going on? and i feel like that question is apt, considering how much of marvin gaye’s essence thicke borrows. this song is so brazenly trying to be gaye’s party masterpiece got to give it up, i laughed through the first listen.

look, i ain’t mad at robin. if he wants to croon dirty stuff in my ear i’m not stopping him. and my adoration for pharrell & most things neptunes has been well documented. but i’m having a hard time latching on to this one. something’s missing. the sound is right and the goofiness is there but it feels empty.

perhaps the problem is i’m watching and listening at the same damn time. the video is not doing it for me. those model types are especially vapid. the outfits are horrendous. no chemistry at all. if it wasn’t for T.I. revealing that he can’t dance his way out of a wet paper bag, i wouldn’t have finished it. man, T.I. - that’s something to see. if he’s not channeling some sort of fred sanford/george jefferson hybrid, he’s BRUSHING SOME BROAD’S HAIR. i don’t even know what to do with that.

i may need to leave this one in the microwave for 1-2 minutes, then come back to it.

the letter by james morrison. a great album cut from one of those singers who seem to only release records to keep the starbucks “impulse buy!” display fully stocked.

hold on there, now - there’s a SECOND video for this song? the fuck i been?

ohhhhh, this is the american one. we need a dude and a city street because the original one - the one of her adorable ass dancing around - was too much for our yankee doodle dandy to handle.

sosure:

Kevin’s Apartment - Harlem Shake

this guy.

is it cheesy for me to really really really really really like justin timberlake? it is?

I DON’T CARE.

1) when this song was released last week, most of the comments i saw were negative. “too old school” seemed to be the consensus. whatever, young folk. what did you want him to do, record one of those shitty knock-off dubstep pop songs? another complaint was that he was biting robin thicke’s steeze. if they meant both of them ripping off marvin gaye, then sure, i’ll give you that. but don’t worry - there’s enough room for plenty of “black sounding” white dudes. we as a people can handle it.

2) THOSE HORN BLASTS. and THAT ECHO-EY SNARE.

3) this video is basically porn for me. starting with a scruffy beard and ending with suits, all shot in black & white.

4) that gingham shirt/suit combo brought me to my knees. i was late to work over that shit.

5) have i explained DISNEY SWAG to you? it’s a term millie & i came up with to explain the preternatural hotness of some of these young men. i decided it’s due to them being trained in the Disney School of Forgotten Youth. that’s where they learn how to wear suits.

this DISNEY SWAG theory is based solely on timberlake, ryan gosling and (to a lesser extent) jesse mccartney.

6) you wearing that wedding ring, boy.

7) let me show you a few things. although, i’ve been mentally spelling that as “thangs,” so.

i really like this song, and i really love this version. again, not made of stone.

this is a recent set (12.19.12) i did at the laughing skull open mic. it was a surprise set (“hey, this guy just dropped out - can you do a quick set?”) to a packed house. it’s newer stuff, including a work in progress that i love love love. i am quite happy with how this turned out. i hope you like it.

i heard this at a pizza parlor last night. anytime boogie oogie oogie is playing, colors are brighter, food tastes better, the world is a happier place.

later i went looking for a clip of a taste of honey and stumbled upon this masterpiece. i mean, hot damn. how amazing are they, playing those hot licks while wearing sequinned gowns and high-heeled boots and fake eyelashes? i can only do one of those things at a time (excluding the hot licks, of course).