Call the po-po: Someone stole Amerie’s rhythm.
Scratch that. Call a doctor. I love Amerie, but she sounds like her throat has been possessed by a dying cat.
I don’t know how much help it will do, but it’s a start. I really like this song, and I think she sounds pretty good on the studio version. But this…whew. Is this a commercial for hell?
I remember working with a guy who went to Georgetown with her. He told me that she used to walk around campus with her headphones singing. He said people would tell her to shut up. It’s too bad none of those people were in the audience that night.
Pop a Halls, and do better next time, Amerie. I still love you.