last time i posted, i mentioned my propensity for a bit of slighty cheesy r’n'b.

well, last night as i was hand printing my christmas cards (never a dull night chez moi) i was running through some potential selections for the best horse latitudes mixtape ever ™

(erm, not that its a competition boys…)

and for reasons best known to me, d’angelo’s 2003 ‘feel like makin’ love’ was soundtrack to my festive exploits and damn, if there’s a type of music its a uniquely solitary experience to listen to on your own, its that kind of soul.

so there i was, in the middle of a minor production line, my dad’s old shirt worn back to front (proper craft styles), sleeves rolled up and all i could do was think about *someone*
(and not in a filthy way)

but it struck me that if ever there was a track made for two people, but to be listened to by one, that might be it.

foggy memories, hazy promises and sleepy futures.
major props go to one james yancey for the frankly sublime jazz trumpet, a squelching, bubbling wah, and all that lean-back-hand-clap head bobbing joy, coupled with d’angelo’s laconic, slow-steady-hands-under-the-covers vocal… this wrings all of the wrigley’s ad, cali-rock from bad company’s orginal and sets it on a path all it’s own.
so *leans closer into the mic* here’s a something for the weekend for all you lovers out there…

d’angelo - feel like makin’ love