Sometimes, a block comes from the very existence of a plan of action. For example, a couple of weeks ago I outlined the beginning of a lengthy, arduous, and very important personal project involving this blog and Noam Chomsky. If I was following my plan, if this blog was titled something else, this post would not be being written now. Once a plan has been laid out, a switch flips in my mind – doing anything besides the plan becomes bad. Doing nothing at all is also bad, but preferable to doing something else. It feels like staying still, rather than diverging off course.
This, of course, is total horsecrap (I think "horsecrap" has the highest crudeness-to-vulgarity ratio of all the words I've yet encountered). Writing something else is doing something else, and I spend most of my time doing things other than following my carefully laid plans. And all of these things are better than doing nothing at all. Putting "writing something else" in the box of "going against the plan" is a dumb thing to do. "Writing something else" should be in the box of "valuable activities that do not follow carefully laid plans" (also in this box is the genesis of this project). But enough exposition. Gang aft agley,
There are a few songs I know that possess the ability to immediately command the entirety of your attention. Untitled, by D'Angelo is in this category.
There are another few songs I know that allow you to slowly mosey up to them, getting to know them intimately such that you know exactly what is coming, and are excited to hear it come. Untitled, by D'Angelo is in this category.
There are some songs I know that, once you're accustomed to them, wash over you in a way that concentrates your focus to a fine point, which is then aimed at objects of your choosing. You can then marvel as these objects melt away under the hot ray of rhythmically empowered attention.
Untitled, by D'Angelo is in this category.
Untitled, by D'Angelo is also in the category of songs that are seven minutes long but feel as if three.
Untitled, by D'Angelo is also in the bonus category of songs that are performed by handsome, naked, black men.
[rereads: 3, edits: feeling –> feel, commas removed, italics removed]