Nothing too serious from me today. Just sharing an old New Edition song that, for reasons unbeknowst even to myself, has been stuck in my head all week. I guess I just miss that entire late '80s/early '90s New Jack Swing era.
Check the high-top fades. The matching suits. The tear drop that lands perfectly on the woman's shoe. Johnny Gill's pleated acid-wash trousers. (Wait, on second thought, ignore those.) The sheer earnestness.
It's high-grade cheese and I love it. They just don't make music like this anymore.