A good love song always puts a smile on my face.
Since last night there’s a track that I’ve been listening to on repeat.
I found it while browsing my friend Mischa’s Twitter timeline. At first, I was conflicted.
“I don’t know…It’s a remake of an Anita Baker song…”
I have the original “Caught Up In the Rapture” in my iTunes collection. As far as I’m concerned, it’s perfect. A cover couldn’t do it justice.
“But…But it’s JoJo.” Unlike some so-called divas, I know that JoJo can actually sing. I hadn’t heard from her in ages. I made my way over to her Soundcloud page, and pressed play.
Oh. my. damn. At 3:38, I nearly died. JoJo’s voice has so much power and passion. I love it!
Sometime last week I started listening to this:
From the moment I found it, the melody left me imagining intimacy. Quiet moments. Slow dancing. Words whispered. Or left unsaid.
And of course, I started to take in the lyrics.
Check the hook and chorus:
Don’t fly, we’ve flown
Don’t reach, we’re grown
Life’s not your own,
We’re not alone.
If you’re looking for the life, it’s in you,
(Whatchu do?) then you try to figure how you gon do,
Let the Guiding Lights take ya…!
Music that’s both substantial and sexy. What could be better?
This isn’t one of those #BeyoncéThinkPieces. But I’m going to point you in the right direction. I love Beyoncé, and my appreciation of her work extends beyond the superficial.
Not only is her music fun to dance to. When I listen to Bey’s latest record, I feel inspired. As one author at xojane said, “…free black girls are not as much of a thing as we should be.” Or more recently, read “...why it matters when black women sing about sexuality.” If we don’t set ourselves free, who else will?
Beyonce’s work is not perfect, nor do I expect it to be. Yet I can’t deny its power to address themes that resonate with various women–including me. None of us should have to wonder about whether or not she deserves to own every aspect of herself. It’s nice to hear a reminder–regardless of the medium.
Thought I was finished with 80s ballads? Me too.
But this…This showed up in a pilot for a show that
I can’t talk about we saw in class today.
The cool thing is that when that video was done, I discovered an extended Anita Baker track:
I hadn’t heard it before tonight. Good stuff. 🙂
This is one of my favorite 80s ballads. As a girl I used to listen and wonder if I would ever find someone who could make me think of its lyrics.
A few years ago, I discovered this extended version:
I really love that sax solo…
I especially enjoy listening to it while I write. Since Saturday was supposed to be devoted to writing like a motherf*cker I was in my glory. Here are a couple of tracks that made me dance as I typed:
I can’t find the studio version of “When I Fall…” on iTunes. I might have to acquire it by…Other means.
This next song is, however, a part of Apple’s collection.
I used footage from my previous video in a short project.
Capturing people honestly means a lot to me–I can’t wait to improve my skills.
On Friday I dragged a friend out with me to run an errand.
When we were finished, we ran into these guys:
You have no idea. I could’ve stood there forever.
Dear God. Music is what I’ve been missing. Let me grab my copy of NOW…