50 and Barry
OKAY, so 50 and Barry. I knew I’d catch a little flack for that one. I put it out there anyway. Okay, so, I’ll try to explain.
50 is a train wreck. You can’t turn away. You’re pulled in. Despite the harsh lyrics and he attempts to sing in that NY stained mumble, it lightens the mood. You can’t be angry, only amused—nor can you take him seriously. Some of the songs are rather explicit, as they tend to be these days. It’s not that sex is something new to sing about, (a la Barry White) I just think it’s gotten a little out of hand. Consider this lyric by 50 “If I focus when I’m strokin’ I can change how you walk.” This is by far one of the tamer lyrics.
You probably missed it. Again, the mumble.
Anyhow, I ran into Mr. White in Hawaii at the airport. He was larger than life. I felt compelled to look in his direction, perhaps his aura pulling my attention. As for 50, the ‘G-Unit’ bus was parked outside the House of Blues one day when I was strolling past, on my way either to or from lunch (back when I actually worked for a living). Apparently, I caught the driver’s eye, and he proceeded to inform me about his employer (as if I missed ALL of the artwork all over the bus). I thanked him for his flattery and kept walking. Not interested. So perhaps a 50 near miss?
And no, I don’t really compare the two. Barry was a great singer. I know this. Ok, so emails about the comparison can stop now right?
50 is a train wreck. You can’t turn away. You’re pulled in. Despite the harsh lyrics and he attempts to sing in that NY stained mumble, it lightens the mood. You can’t be angry, only amused—nor can you take him seriously. Some of the songs are rather explicit, as they tend to be these days. It’s not that sex is something new to sing about, (a la Barry White) I just think it’s gotten a little out of hand. Consider this lyric by 50 “If I focus when I’m strokin’ I can change how you walk.” This is by far one of the tamer lyrics.
You probably missed it. Again, the mumble.
Anyhow, I ran into Mr. White in Hawaii at the airport. He was larger than life. I felt compelled to look in his direction, perhaps his aura pulling my attention. As for 50, the ‘G-Unit’ bus was parked outside the House of Blues one day when I was strolling past, on my way either to or from lunch (back when I actually worked for a living). Apparently, I caught the driver’s eye, and he proceeded to inform me about his employer (as if I missed ALL of the artwork all over the bus). I thanked him for his flattery and kept walking. Not interested. So perhaps a 50 near miss?
And no, I don’t really compare the two. Barry was a great singer. I know this. Ok, so emails about the comparison can stop now right?
posted by Andrea | 11:45 AM
2 Comments:
hahahaha!
No. I didn't throw myself up against the airport wall when I ran into Barry (though, I wanted to...)
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