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Teedra Moses – ‘Another Luvr (featuring Wale)’

I often rant and rave about millennial R&B and pop's aversion to music composition. So much of what is popular right now is all rhythm, no blues. No melody. No harmony. No music.

Teedra Moses – like an oasis in the desert – effortlessly it seems makes music that is both melodic and current.  That shouldn't be unique, but it really is.

 



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I have said this a lot, but it bears repeating: Teedra Moses is the hottest chick in the R&B game. She's the one taking all of black musical history and updating it for the new millennium in a fresh and totally interesting way. No one else in her lane even comes close and y'all keep sleepin on her.

Trust, whoever else you are listening to, Teedra is better.

It’s a Reunion

I ran across this video of the reunited En Vogue performing "Don't Let Go (Love)", their last hit with the original lineup, on That Grape Juice:

 

 

Note the new arrangement, which plays up the drama perfectly for a live setting. Also, Dawn Robinson and this song are a match made in heaven. It's hers and she knows it. She knows this song so well that she approaches it differently each time and finds new ways to totally sell it.

It is exciting to know that En Vogue have reunited for good and are recording new material. I know it's cliche to say it at this point, but En Vogue really does rival LaBelle for the greatest female vocal group ever.

It's about time we get to enjoy them again.

On Whitney – Just So We’re Clear

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My girl Erica sent me an email today expressing her hopes that the new Whitney Houston album will give her what she needs from Whitney.

My response (which I think succinctly gets at how I feel bout Whitney):

To be fair, I ain’t never liked her. Or rather, I ain’t never liked what Clive made her. I don’t want I Wanna Dance With Somebody. I don’t even want My Love Is Your Love.

I want Exhale. I want Why Does It Hurt So Bad. I want Heartbreak Hotel. I want My Name is Not Susan.

But here’s the thing. She is working with all the one-trick pony new jacks running around (i.e. the Akon collabo is on the final tracklisting). So what we’re gonna get is what everyone else is doing, but potentially better sung.

Let me be clear: Do. Not. Want.

Frankly – she shoulda took her ass across the border to Philly and had the Soulquarians lace her with some real black shit. Period. The shit that Dre and Vidal did on Usher’s Here I Stand is TRANSCENDANT. I’m sure they could work the same magic. Or Raphael Saadiq. Imagine Whitney, stripped of Clive’s white girl oversinging bullshit, tackling a concoction like I Found My Everything.

Short of that, I ain’t interested. Period. End of discussion.

Extreme? Yea, lil bit. But my feelings about Whitney Houston are like that. Her instrument is damn near peerless, but the best I can say for her body of work is that its inconsistent.  Except Exhale, which I contend is the best thing she’s ever recorded and the best showcase for her interpretive vocal gifts, even the songs I cite above are merely decent.

Like aging divas before her (Mariah and Janet), she’ll chase trendy instead of transcendant.  And people will eat it up because, given what she’s been through, we want her to succeed.

I too would like to see her succeed; my definition of success for her is just different.