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Thursday Tunes: D'Angelo - Send It On (cut from Sao Paulo concert\Brazil)

The 2000s were the years that defined my "adulthood". It was all about neo-soul, smooth vocals and rich melodies. While Maxwell is and always will be my favorite singer, only one man during that era had the OTHER key to my musical heart, D'angelo.

Born Michael D'Angelo Archer in Richmond, VA, D'Angelo burst onto the music scene as one of the forefathers and architects (along w/ E. Badu, Maxwell, Jill Scott, etc) of Neo Soul. Heavily influenced by Prince (as seen in that Untitled video) and Marvin Gaye, D'angleo droped Brown Sugar. The guy looked the part of a rapper and yet sat down to the keys and belted out a sexy ode to weed. (LOL). I might have even had a a hot, young adult make-out session to his version of "Crusin"...


I love so many D'angelo songs. But VooDoo, his last studio album to date, still reigns supreme. It of course, had the now infamous "Untitled" (with his half naked video). My favorite off that album was "Send it on". Such a throwback, sexy song...

My favorite lyrics:

"U can't disguise your emotions
U know that I see in your eyes
U soul's ME, your soul's somethin' that I feel inside
Run, run, run, run if I run Lord only knows how far
That I and I will fall behind
Gotta find a better place, gotta find a better space
So that I, so my life may be the reason why"




Recently, I saw some D'angelo footage from him doing a concert not too long ago in Stockholm. While he may not be to the sexy level that he was during his VooDoo days, it seems that he is living life clean and sober and making beautiful music again. Actually...why don't I share his recent performance that has folks buzzing: How Does It Feel in Paris...


I hope he sends us some more music this way...We greatly miss him over here....

Comments

  1. I am glad to see him back and doing well!!!! That's whats up. He still is cute too, may not have the exact same body but it's all good.

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  2. YEs..I still find him very attractive..his hair..not so much (LOL)

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