Remember when Stevie wonder used to make you dance in your pjs as he sang and played a perfectly crafted melody? Or how Ray Charles could make you wanna tell somebody to hit the road or make you want to live in Georgia? or how MJ made you want to wear a leather jacket, glove and tight pants? (ok maybe not all that) but still these were artist that sang and performed like their very lives depended on it. At some point I'm sure they believed their lives did. As children they were raised up hungry and talented. Ray didn't want to depend on anybody and being the greatest artist of his time was the only way he saw to live as he wished. He gave himself to the music. I could go on but I won't.
I said earlier that MJ's death was the end of an era but the era of the super talent has been on life support for some time. We once had an affinity for those with ability and creativity but we've shunned them in favor of marketability. The artists of today cannot compare to MJ or Stevie because their song aren't made to endure. we are enamored with stanky legs and chicken noodle soups and vocoder club bangers that will be nothing but a joke in ten years. look at the popular artists of today like Rhianna and Chris Brown both are artists of meager vocal talent but they fit the image so they sell records based upon formulaically produced singles and superior market exposure. When was the last time you heard a song and really felt goosebumps rise up and chills go down like when you think about MJ singing man in the mirror?
u feel me?
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