Honestly, Do You Want the Old Maxwell Back?

I struggled with my feelings for weeks now; trying my darndest to come up with an excuse, a valid reason why I should keep "BLACKsummer's night" in the CD player.
I finally took it out last week.
In the end though it was simply about the music. Truth be told -- and I love Maxwell -- the CD just aint all that hittin'.
Truthfully, the reason why it's done so well in sales is because, well, we need Maxwell. Music needed him.
His music is what is it not so much because of what it is, but for what it isn't.
Radio today is brain dead. Creativity -- along with record sales -- has been sapped of all its vital juices (autotune).
Honestly, I like the old Maxwell better, the one with all the hair. It's like he had Samson Syndrome or something. Once he cut his mane and started to rock the fade, it seems his music lost something.
Now, don't get me wrong, "Pretty Wings" is a sensual jam, and all. But any cut -- any cut -- on "Urban Hang Suite" would dead "Pretty Wings."
I can't be the only one out there. Truthfully, is Maxwell's new CD all that?

Monie and Steve "Pretty Wings" (Maxwell)

We got Maxwell, but Where's Lauryn Hill?

When we heard the "smoove" soul of Maxwell come back earlier this summer with a decent resurrection, it sparked our appetite for the meat-and-potatoes of modern, sophisticated love-soul, aka, Ms. Lauren Hill.
You don't understand, we don't want Lauren Hill; we need Lauren Hill.
We need some "Miseducation" II. We need the extended, unedited and unreleased version of "Tell Him." We need a sequel to "That Thing."
Where is Lauren Hill?
Well, she's actually performing under shining lights amid red-eye flights. Her latest gig is headlining the Stockholm Jazz Fest and then some quieter dates.
But we need that album.
Until then, we'll all sit patiently. Ready or Not. Hearin' you come. You can't hide.

Gonna find you. ...

Chenoa Maxwell: Actress-Photographer

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