This morning finds me squarely in 1998 with my musical choices. The nostalgia and smell of Curve is killing me, but the songs are still surprisingly good.
If you don’t know what this project’s about, you’ve got a lot to catch up on. You can do that here.
It’s impressive to me that – after her complete domination of music in the mid-to-late Nineties – Lauryn Hill was able to almost completely walk away from the entire scene. She shows up now and again – her Unplugged album, her appearance on Dave Chappelle’s Block Party – but for the most part, she’s content to have left while on top of the industry.
There’s nothing, really, for her to continue to prove. When I listen to “Doo Wop (That Thing),” it’s as gripping as when I first heard it. It’s forceful and remains relevant, and it’s evidence of a woman who would have as much impact returning to the limelight, as she does out of it.
I don’t know much about The Afghan Whigs. In fact, my experience with their music is limited to this song only. But this song is so personally affecting that I almost don’t want to ruin my experience by hearing anything else.
Remember the beginning of Empire Records when Lucas is shooting craps in Atlantic City? There is a woman who comes up to him after he doubles his money that says “Baby! You are sex!” While it’s made unattractive by her delivery of the line, it could have been so much more. This song delivers on the promise contained therein.