Twenty years after the Smith’s heyday, Moz finally gets laid. Why didn’t anyone think of this before?
It’s just like when you turn on a Bill’s game, and they’re winning, but then start to lose just when you start watching.
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Then, I read this: The raddest (raddest?) song on the second consecutive album to reassert Prince’s funk bona fides is arresting in part because it is so unassuming. The rad part is a lyric that explicitly invites us to ‘get saved’. Christ is never mentioned, but Prince’s talk of ‘new exaltation’ and ‘streets of gold’ can’t be rationalized away as sex talk . . . The greasy organ R&B of “Satisfied” ‘ain’t talking about nothing physical’. “Incense and Candles” turns on an unusual entreaty: ‘I know you want to take off all your clothes/ But please don’t do it.’
Prince found Jesus and is promoting celibacy? I read the review out to the woman who is cutting my hair. She says, I don’t see the big deal. Was Prince sexy?
Let’s take a listen: Satisfied
If that song is about celibacy, well then Madonna might stand a chance with the Pope.
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Speaking of whom, rounding out my thoughts for the day of musicians aging and changing and the unsettling affect it might have on the rest of us to witness it . . . What would you provide as a caption to this photo? Here are some of my choices:
Guy Ritchie is a necrophiliac.
Guy’s last girlfriend was a blow-up doll, and well I just wanted to make it work so bad . .
I haven’t been shtooked right once since I got with Mr. Tea and Crumpets.
And lo, uh huh. (Punching out her rabbi is rarely a good sign.)
bonus track: cherish
