I’m trying not to be overly ambitious with writing/blogging. When I do that, the effort fizzles out – all momentum, no content.
Little steps. Little nuggets of blah blah. Random thoughts too long for Twitter. That’s what I’m going for.
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I rediscovered my love for Maxwell.
In the mid to late 90’s until 2001, his music was witness and testament to my relationships. He was there when I fell in love, out of love, tried to get over that love, pined for love, hated love, didn’t want love and lather rinse repeat.
Sumthin’ Sumthin’ was MN and San Francisco.
Fortunate and Whenever Wherever Whatever was RJ and SoCal.
This Woman’s Work was JJ and the early days.
Maxwell’s lyrics and his vocal style evokes sensuality, long steamy nights, closed eyes and tangled up sheets. It’s not trite or overtly sexy. He’s subtle, almost whispers in your ear and gets under your skin. If you’ve never seen him live, you’re missing out.
I can’t wait for his new album. If his performance of Pretty Wings at the BET Awards was any indication, well…. I’ll leave it at that. 
