D’Angelo - (Untitled) How Does it Feel / The Root
With this post, I hereby announce the commemoration of The First Complete Month of The Selector by proclaiming this week Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By Week. I invite all Selectors to hit us up with all those songs that put you in the mood to Make it Happen.
Let’s do this right, my friends.
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I have been known to say the following about D’Angelo:
If I even look at D’Angelo I’m pregnant. I’m not even with child, I am with a fucking litter. I want to be his baby’s mama. Especially since angie stone IS his baby’s mama! He likes women with the bang boom kakow! That’s hot. My introduction to D’Angelo was one day way back in college when I settled into my oakland apt for a nice afternoon of post-classes tv decompression. It was there I discovered the station The Box and D’Angelo’s video for “Untitled (How Does it Feel)”. By the end of the video my shirt was open and my hand was in my pants. I want to make love to him. LOVE. His eyes…his body…the way he sings about wanting to cum inside me. Er, you, I mean cum inside the collective “you”. Us. He wants to cum inside us. I would let him bareback me and then fill me so I can be heavy with his child. Children. Litter. Whatever.
As recently as this morning I said:
Dood, the drum in all of D’Angelo’s songs sound like an ass being smacked. Just like a medium strength “pah-pah” kind of smack.
[NB: The percussion in “The Root” is a perfect example of this.]
D’Angelo is late night kissing until the inside of your mouth is raw sex, sunny good time in the morning booty, and blowjobs under the cover of reflections of downtown buildings at night on the windows of your Lincoln towncar.