I used to tell my friends that Anita Baker was my mother. I can remember trying to convince the kids in my kindergarten class that my mother wrote and sang "Sweet Love", as if they knew or cared who she was.
And my Aunt STILL sounds like this. What's YOUR excuse Mariah?
Apparently, as a toddler, whenever Anita came on TV, or her records were played, little Alex would scream and dance and, generally, lose my effing juvenile mind. I could recognize her voice, "sing" her songs, and mimick her crazy woman side-to-side shoulder rock like a champ. I've been told that if anybody touched one of her records, or moved it out of my reach, I'd raise hell. I laugh when my mom brings this up, because can actually picture it...considering the way I used to fag out for Janet at the age of 4.
I still actually feel a way when I hear "Sweet Love." Check out an amazing performance of the song:
And my Aunt STILL sounds like this. What's YOUR excuse Mariah?
*moment of silence for the death of Mimi's voice*
file this under geighbabies. thanks.
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