Imagine my dismay when I learned last evening that the current hundred-degree temperatures we’ve been having lately might actually last! Dude, it’ll be like 105°F today, and humid!
Which is why I’m safely tucked away inside this dungeon that’s my office building, sipping on my Nesquik and not wishing I was out there up and about, for once. This type of weather mandates that I even listen to RnB instead of Hip Hop, if only to stay cooler. Big Boi of Outkast might’ve nailed it in ‘So Fresh, So Clean’ when he said he was, and I quote, Cooler than Freddie Jackson sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm, but I’d like to think I’m not too shabby either sipping on my milkshake while listening to the late great Luther Vandross.
Like everyone else on the planet, I knew of Vandross, but it’s only recently that I discovered him and I’ll tell you what, dude is a beast. He’s probably solely responsible for the population explosion of the 80s and 90s, coz it makes you wanna get you some when he croons, 4 real.
I remember it like it was only yesterday: I was deep into my homework a couple of months back and had some RnB online station playing in the background, when Vandross’ ‘A House Is Not A Home’ came on and yo, that right there did it. By the time he was done the hairs on the nape of my neck were bristling & I had goose-bumps; that’s how much I felt it, I kid you not. Needless to say, the next couple of weeks had me hunting all over the place for Vandross’ material and thanks to my girl Shaw, I’ve now got a sizeable collection of his joints.
So, while everyone else is raving about the heat I’m chillin’ baby, literally. Rest in peace Luther, rest in peace.