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Musical Interlude of the Week

"Symptom Unknown"

Born Maxwell Gerard Manard Rivera in Brooklyn New York.... one of the neo-soul "godfathers" has staked his claim in the worlds of soul music as a pioneer and smooth crooner of all things silky, romantic, sexy and love. He exudes sex. He sells sex. He IS sex on two legs. Everyone remembers his "Urban Hang Suite" and the melodic sexual overtures and steam that was released from that LP. And after 3 other successful albums ( The Unplugged Album, Embrya, Now) ..and an almost decade long break..he came back with his finest album yet....BlackSummersNight....awesome piece of work as well. A recent Grammy winner (his FIRST Grammys actually if you can believe that...) he is deserving of all accolades.

Maxwell IS my favorite singer in the world. I mean it. ALtought I had been a fan for years, I just saw him in concert last year in Nashville at the famous Ryman Auditorium (the Grand Ole Opry). I saw him for the first time in concert after years of missing him. I was five rows back. I could touch him (if I wanted...some women surely did..andhe kissed their hands..stroked their faces)... Smell him...reach for him. As you can tell...I'm his number one fan.

Yet I was paralyze for all of the 2.5 hrs that I saw him. I was screaming yet no sound was coming out. I was sweating like a crazy woman. I could not move. I did scream..I cried. When I came out the concert..It looked like I had been having wild sex for messed almost gone...sweat in unknown spots! LMAO! Amazing! HE had channeld Marvin Gaye, Sam Cook, Al Green and every other soul singer in one body!

Yes..oh yes...Maxwell is my favorite singer.

When most folks think of Maxwell..they name his popular songs that have or had a lot of airplay... "Fortunate", "This woman's work", "Lifetime", "Till the Cops come Knockin"........but for my fav Max song I dig into the crates.....

there's a power that knows just how you feel
we were prone to feel a love not real
oh yea hwonder when you'll show if not
i'm gon' feel what i feel
you and i were sposed to grow old
guess i was symptom unknown

The lyrics are so haunting...just....amazingly beautiful.

He's a genius!! MUSZE has it...down pact!

Just listen for yourself.

PS: If you EVER get a chance to see him live..PLEASE do it! OMG..worth every single dime. You will leave wanting to either break up.. or make a baby... LOL


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