I've had enough failed evangelical situations to know that if you don't like this stuff right off the bat, I probably can't convince you. I can only appeal to an inside-out exoticism. Which is to say, you know all about machines making pop and you know all about lite R&B of this era, but this mixture has the strange pull of a strange dream that you know isn't real, but easily could be. Or like realizing that you speak a creole that you never learned.
Sue Ann - My Baby My
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