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MidWeek Tunes: A Little Lenny

I am not sure what my newfound obsession with Lenny Kravitz is. I've loved him since I was a teenager, honestly. He was different. He was ecclectic, funky, soulful and rock-n-roll and a bunch of other genres all together. Under that tougher than leather look of his, is a sensitive soul. His smoldering good looks (no doubt attributed to his mother Roxy Roker of "The Jeffersons" Fame).  But he's no doubt beyond hot. SO hot in fact, I've started a "Lenny Kravitz Pic of the Week" on my personal FB page.



*le sigh*....isn't he something.....a work of art I think!!  And looking damn good to be almost 50 years old. YEP..Lenny is knocking on 50s door! Hammercy, ya'll! And on top of being an awesome rocker, a pretty good actor, father to a budding actress, Zoe,  he's also an amazing photographer. Talk about SKILLED! Check out some of his work that was featured in Vogue Russia.

But I wanted to post not one...but TWO of my fav Lenny Kravitz songs. Of course, the classic "It Aint Over Till It's Over is #1..." But these are two songs that get very little love..but are my melodic favorits and lyrically amazing.

Again

"I Belong To You"


In a lot of ways, the renaissance man that Lenny Kravitz is, is sorta the kind of guy I'd like. Odd, I know, but I'm drawn to the mystery. the sultry smoothness, and the romance underneath it all.

(wishful thinking, huh? LOL)

Comments

  1. Omg, did you say pushing 50??!! Dude doesnt look a day over 35! And yes, that's a good looking man!!! I still can't believe his mom was Helen (lol).

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