I think I'm in love with Fela Kuti. I'm listening to a song right now, called Pansa Pansa, and it's definitely over 15 minutes long... maybe even 20 minutes of ecstasy. It started off with some abstract keyboard notes and then eventually fell into the easily recognizable horn and percussion and vocals of Afro-pop (a genre Fela Kuti created). Also, he has some insightful lyrics. True. I may be falling prey to the "people who speak with accents sound so... profound" (which does not apply to southerners for me... or people from New Jersey... sorry). But, even though I think African and British accents are endearing, it probably has more to do with his choice in saying bloody brilliant profound things. Gosh darn. Anyway, if the opportunity arose, I would "have sex" with Fela Kuti. But I guess that's why he had over ten wives (nice) and died of AIDS (not nice no matter how many wives you have).
I guess I'll just have to appreciate a musician without trying to have sex with them. Damn. This is going to be difficult. In another time I definitely would have been a single-minded groupie. Now... I'm just a boring person plugged into Pandora.
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