Hi. It's Keith Sweat. Remember me? Didn't think so. Well, just to help you out, track number one on my new CD, Didn't See Me Coming, is a little reminder of all my hits over the past ten years. I know, I know, a little self-indulgent. Okay, maybe a little desperate. Don't make me beg for your love. Nevermind. If I didn't beg, how would you recognize me?
Recognize this. Back in the day, before the era of Puff Daddy, the Cash Money Millionaires and the urban social phenomena of "ballers" (rich powerful men with game and money to burn), there was romance! Men and women of all ages swayed to the sexual tension brought on by the slow jam. Bodies, smelling of musk and hair grease, would rally into a precoital frenzy with the croons and ooohs of our R&B recording stars. Songs would portray young love, ghetto love, endless love. In the early Nineties, Keith Sweat was at the forefront of this contemporary R&B romance revolution.
Today, with the release of his CD, Didn't See Me Coming,Sweat has transformed himself into a watered-down, whining, would-be hip-hopper. This is not owing to his vocal quality, but rather the trite and played out themes of his new songs. Giving in to the unfortunate trend in pop music to portray women as gold-digging, needy, dependent, unfaithful, and conniving, Didn't See Me Coming presents a slew of scenarios that are comparable in depth to say, "Big Pimpin" by Jay-Z.
"I Put You On" describes how Sweat had her wearing the finest clothes while she was flossing them in front of other men. Yady yady ya. "Why You Treat Me So Cold" is an ode to the quintessential emasculating woman. "I Only Want to Please You" is his trademark let-me-whine/I mean-sweep-you-off-your-feet-beg-fest. "Real Man" starts off with a woman offering husky declarations and ironies. "I want the house/I want the ice/I want the dough/I want the Benz/I want the Jeep/I want the minks/so what you think?" All of this because [she's] "a high-class kind of girl." Keith's insightful reply: "You wouldn't know a real man if he stared you in your face." Ouch.
Although a "real man" may be a lot to ask for, so may be a fresh and original R&B CD. It's all a matter of semantics. For those of us longing for the Keith Sweat of high-top fades and slow dancing to the feel of oversize shoulder pads, the new sophisticated baller version will have to do-woo-wooo. Boo-hoo.
Get the Music Newsletter
Keep your thumb on the local music scene each week with music news, trends, artist interviews and concert listings. We'll also send you special ticket offers and music deals.