This is the Thicke I love:
He was so smooth. His hair so long and luscious. He didn't wear SHOES! Now he's this...well, wait, I'm not going to put what he is now, cause I risk having an image of Miley Cyrus on this.
His stuff is still aiight, but his first album was EPIC. I bought his second and third, but the quality dwindled, as did my interest. Just know I knew him when he was Thicke...JUST Thicke.
This is the Shia I love:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAND, AGAIN:
Goofy. Lovable. So funny that his antics made a 20 year old college student tune in every week to his Disney Channel show. Oh, and he was NOT crazy or plagiaristic:
Ugh. Why can't we all just be ourselves? (Unless you're a Timberlake wannabe or a crazy non-writer.)
P.S. I credit this post to my cousin, since she posted a shot of her car playin' her some "Shooter" from Thicke's A Beautiful World. I'll say it again: EP. IC. If you only know Blurred Lines, you owe it to yourself to listen to his 2003 debut.
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