I am going to attempt to explain Robin Thicke without defending him.
Okay…so I OCCAAAAAAASIONALLY post the hashtag #ThickeThursdays.
Well, I used to until it became unpopular to openly Stan for dude. It was truly all good just a year ago. However, I'm different. I liked Robin WAY before Blurred Lines. I liked this guy...A LOT:
I look like Jesus. I write non-threatening R&B pop songs for Brandy, P!nk and Usher. Wanna bang? (Me: YES PLEASE!) |
What a dreamboat!
His first album came out back in 2003 & like all of the other Hipster Thicke Fans (as we have had to refer to ourselves in light of recent events), I was ALL about that CD! It was truly the ONLY thing I listened to for about 6 months. It was the perfect blend of soul, funk & blues with a splash of rock. I loved the music, the cover art, the lyrics…
The LYRICS...okay, I'm about to Stan out. Lemme pull back...
*deep breath* So pre-2013 Robin was everything: five albums in, still a relative unknown but STRONG underground fanbase.
Until he got on. That's when shit went left.
Until he got on. That's when shit went left.
Like, WAAAAAY left.
First, we had the whole 'Blurred Lines is rapey' debacle - primarily by mainstream feminists (a population of ladies I just love in a very "Bless Your Frigid Hearts!" sort of way).
Three fully dressed men in a video hitting on a gaggle of half-naked women. (Yeah, that didn't go over too well with the womyn-blogging crowd!)
That's always bothered me, even from a non-Stan perspective. This was clearly an R&B song turned pop - it practically Vanilla Iced the old Marvin Gaye classic Got To Give It Up. Despite what the matriarch will have you believe, R&B is about fucking, point blank. Love, tenderness, respect - all of that shit eventually leads to boot-knocking, so let's NOT.
Put it like this: If you are a grown straight woman and you've never had a mutual relationship with a man who has said something freaky to you in a playful manner, you're fucking the wrong guys.
…But I digress... |
So there was that situation - already threatening the fame that was over a decade in the making! A new single was being released and it was quietly dying a slow media death when…IT happened.
(Nope, I'm not posting a pic or video of that tragic ass performance so…JUST NO.)
There is documented video of my live reaction to That Performance on YouTube, if you MUST know how I really felt. But in a word, that was just..ugh. Mainly because that was the beginning of the end and what eventually brings us to Present Day.
Just a refresher for what exactly is Present Day for Mr. Thicke: His album's slated to be the biggest flop of the year, he's on the brink of divorce, he's a pop culture punchline and, AND, Dude gained at LEAST 20 pounds.
He's a goddamn mess. Plain and simple.
But still I Stan.
I still Stan because sometimes, dammit...your faves fall short. It happens to all fangirls and fanboys - we've ALL had to Stan in the rain on occasion.
Think about your fave.
Now think about the last scandal they had to endure or the one time they dropped a wack single/album.
Both just happened to my fave at the same time.
Also, I still Stan because I know the music he is truly capable of making because he's made it SO many times before.
(NOTE: The following is NOT a defense!)
Before you jump on the He-Man Robin Thicke Haters Club and if the ONLY two songs you know from him are Blurred Lines and Wanna Love You Girl (if you even know that one), I urge you to download/Free.99/Spotify search A Beautiful World or The Evolution of Robin Thicke. That is authentic Robin Thicke music. Evolution is one of my top 10 albums of all time - and that's word.
In any case, I'm still here for Dude. Like most of America (and apparently the UK), I'd like him to let this Paula album disintegrate into nothingness. I mean, the album itself wouldn't be bad if you didn't know the context
(You: That's a sorry excuse. Me: Bitch, I'm a Stan. That's the best I could do!).
To put a cinematic spin on my review of Paula, I dug it like Marcus Graham dug Nelson's first try at the Kissable ad:
That said, it's time for Robin to get rid of the cherries and lose the banana!
For the remainder of his tour, he needs to concentrate on reintroducing himself to the general public WITHOUT the Paula album. He needs to get back to basics and find his way out of this rabbit hole he's dug for himself.
Besides, y'all know Mariah is through whom all blessings flow for me. If I can still Stan hard in the paint after 2001 with that crazy bitch, I can certainly wait this out. No problem.