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