I'm not a big fan of what most people consider "making love" music. It doesn't work if your relationship isn't super serious.
Nothing ruins a moment of animalistic
passion faster than hearing Barry White profess his deep-voiced, deep-heart
adoration. I feel like such a hypocrite. I'm compelled to clarify to my
partner mid-romp, "um, I ...we're just...I mean...um, Barry probably knew
his lady a lot longer than we've known each other...right?"
February 13, nineteen99