R. Kelly? Really? R. Kelly?

So, can't believe I'm actually going to admit this in a public forum. I'm enjoying paedophile R. Kelly's new album. There. I said it. It had to be said. Remember when the whole world was screaming PEEING ON YOUNG GIRLS? PAEDOPHILE! And he came back with that Step In The Name Of Love jawn and we all forgot that there was video evidence of how freaky the man can be?

Golden Showers. Now on SALE!

Remember how BEAT A GIRL 'TIL SHE PASSES OUT Chris Brown was the most hated man in the world, then he came back with that I Can Transform Ya joint? Now, BOBBY BROWN HAS KILLED WHITNEY HOUSTON! I can't wait for him to release a tune that'll set the dance floor on fire and the world forgets the hatred. Michael Jackson FIDDLED WITH BOYS and we forgot about it. I don't know if it's the hypocrisy of the world, the media, the fans with selective memory or if the music is just that good.

Anyway, where was I? Ah, #R.Kelly, the pied piper... the man who taught us the 12 steps to making love. Yup, that dude.

I'm now on track 5, Lost In Your Love. If I can get to track 5 without drinking paraffin, I'm good. Well, done Kels. My friend M'Jay aka Redman will be happy with you. I mean he stuck with you when you were belting out shite gospel-influenced tracks. 

Track 6 - Just Can't Get Enough. Good tune. Mellow beat. Maybe it's the Tokara talking. This tune makes me wanna grab somebody, spin her around and do the step.  In the name of love, of course!

Track 12 - Just Like That. Makes me think of a perfect Michael Jackson album. Sorta like Remember The Time meets Liberian Girl meets Usher's There Goes My Baby. I've just played it three times.

Music Must Be A Lady. Ok, here he's biting Marvin Gaye's Just To Keep You Satisfied. Google that shit and you'll know what I'm on about. Ok, I know you're ready to barf right now. I stop.

Happy birthday Judith and Trudy Mofutsanyana. I love you with all my heart. You make sense. I thank the good Lord for bringing you to my life. I miss Mafenki too.

Peace, peace.
S.

ps: Debbie, how horny are you? Haai man! The MAM? The MAM? He can't be the MAN.