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used to hate Sade.  And forgive the fact that I don’t know where in Sam Hill the accented “e” is.  Just pretend its there.

So once again, I used to hate Sade.  Something about her voice used to drive me batsh*t.  And when I say hate, I mean I wanted to stab squirrels when I heard her voice.  In fact, I remember being surprised when I first heard “King of Sorrow” and found myself not convulsing.

Since women that read seem to like Sade, it was a difficult time for me.  Mostly because if I thought your taste in music sucked, well, you had to go.

I produce music these days - mostly of the hip-hop variety but lately I’ve been delving into progressive rock and jazz fusion type stuff.  I’m a big fan of sampling and do it a lot myself.

What this means is that I’ve started listening to music much differently than I used to.  Not only that, but I started listening to all kinds of crap.  If you come into my humble abode on the right day, you just may catch yourself listening to the Yonder Mountain String Band.  And no, I’m not joking.

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Let’s just say, I’ve learned to appreciate things I couldn’t appreciate before.  And one of those things is Sade.  Let me tell you, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.  Sade is a hip-hop producer’s dream.  She has so much good music I don’t even know where to start.  Heck, if I were to ever come across Sade in real life, I’d apologize to her for not fully appreciating her music in the first place.

I’ve evolved.  Imagine that.

So what does this have to do with the price of rims in Compton?  Nothing really.  But what it does relate to is the fact that in our personal desires and relationships, we should all grow a little, gain a little perspective, if you will.

For instance, videos made me think that the best possible scenario was to get a woman with the body dimensions of Esther Baxter or Buffie the Body.  However, perspective (and experience) teaches me that “fat ti^^ies turn to tear drops and fat a$$ turns to flab…”

All women go through their bad boy, thugged out, FauxPac phase, but a woman with perspective might realize that it’s not in her best interest to date a man who isn’t afraid of jail.  In fact, if he’s not afraid of jail, you may just have TWO problems on your hand.  Shucks, somebody might be calling him gorgeous on the side, and he might be happy about it, if you catch my drift.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Hell, at one point in my life I thought that every man should experiment with 8 women, an unassembled bookcase from IKEA, and three lightbulbs.

Come to find out, quantity really isn’t better.

On second thought, maybe I saw that in some pr0n.

The gist here is that perspective is a helluva drug.  Pr0n stars may look hot, but in truth, they’re probably sizzling in more than one way and that’s just not a good look.  It’s the kind of thing that makes you realize that the girl next door is really all you’ve needed, even though she may drive you half crazy, or make you feel like you’re on a merry go ‘round.  That’s okay though because Wu-Tang is for the kids.

And so is Panama.  Now, I don’t judge people by their music…solely.  I’m a music snob but I’ve learned I to get along just fine with people who think Soulja Boy adds something to the canon of musical history.

So.

Being that most of us are pretty grown here, what perspective do you have now that you didn’t have when you were younger that helps you make better decisions?  Hell, do you make better decisions than you did before?   And this isn’t like what would you tell your younger self…nope…this is yourself that went through life without all that knowledge.

And Sade might be great, but she ain’t no Phyllis Hyman.

Word.Life.