I’m not even going to pretend to know much about this kid. I saw him perform on the Vibe awards the other night and I must say, the second he started singing, I immediately recalled puberty. Young Chris Brown can certainly dance, but singing is not his forte. But, it’s 2005 and that really doesn’t matter anymore, now does it. Sure, he has an OK voice. Y’know, if you enjoy the sound of a six year old boy belting out. Chris is being marketed as the next Usher (How does it feel to peak at 25, Ush?) . With a number one single and a throng of young adolescent girls ditching homework to make sure his video stays atop of the 106 and Park countdown, I get the feeling he may have longevity (which is now considered to be three months). I’m excited.
Not for him, but for ME. I can’t sing worth a damn, but if Ashanti can take her karaoke sills and hook up with Bad Boy/Mary J. Blige in the 90s era envying producers to go multi-platinum (one time anyway) and young Chris can score a monster hit on radio by just jogging, why can’t I give it a try?
If Chris Brown can go number with “Run It.” can’t I do the same if I “Pace Myself?”
Think about it. I’m all geeked up now to work on my debut album, tentatively titled, “I Can’t Sing, But I Still Have Platinum Dreams.”