Eric Benet once had good music

Today is my godson's birthday. Happy birthday Prince Ra! He turns 3. He better start looking for a job. It's cold out here for a pimp!
Anyway, Ratumo, may you grow up and be strong like your mom, Judith Mo, slaving her ass away in in foreign lands - for your unemployed ass.

Moving on swiftly...



Eric Benet

In the shower, in my nakedness, this morning I sang this song. (see below) And it reminded me of the first time I heard Eric Benet's voice on radio. That day I went straight to the CD shop and copped the album, as young people would say. I listened to it over and over and over. It was a beautiful winter with plenty of sex, thanks to Eric.
Cut to a few months later, Eric being vilified in the media for his sexcapades with other women. Him claiming to be a sex slave addict. Sidebar: Aren't all men addicted to the kuku? Sidesidebar: Eric Miyen is still in Melville. Is it coz of all the free Wi-Fi?

Anyway, Eric Benet went underground to come back with some lame ass shit. I met him at the airport here in Jozi and he was kind enough to stop and chat about this very track. Even though his body guards were giving me the grill. Fat bastards.

What I love about this song is how well written (read: bitter) it is, but most importantly, it is the fact that towards the end, it features grand master wizard; Roy Ayers. Some will remember him for his work with Nuyorican Soul on I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun. Another unsung talent.

So, Eric Benet, if you're reading this, come back dude. You are waaaaaaay more talented than you realise. Eric Miyeni, get 3G, dude.

Peace.

S.