Friday, August 03, 2007
You had me at "Come take a walk with me through the streets of Chi town"
Man, this summer has been Kellsapalooza, and I'm not complaining. In addition to his dope Double Up album dropping and his case finally going to trial, (a case, I might add, which he is going to WIN), my boyfriend Robert Sylvester Kelly is releasing another ten chapters to his magnum opus Trapped In the Closet. I don't know where else this can go, considering that in the last chapter a little person shit his pants as R. Kelly's expert couples counseling skills (and Beretta) negotiated peace between a chain-smoking cop and his trailer trash BBW wife Bridget (not a coincidence that her name rhymes with "pregnant by this midget"). However, I have no doubt that the R-uh in R&B will take it somewhere awesome. Here's a tantalizing preview, including Kells "reminiscing on all of the shit that went down" in the previous twelve chapters in case you missed them, replete with melodic "oh shit"s for emphasis:
These new episodes are going to be distributed by IFC--as in the fucking Independent Film Channel! I am so glad that Kells is finally being recognized as the true artist he is. Furthermore, it will be nice to see something on IFC besides pretentious indie films produced by boxy-spectacled Brooklyn artfags.
Man, the summer of R. Kelly just keeps on rolling on and kicking ass.
These new episodes are going to be distributed by IFC--as in the fucking Independent Film Channel! I am so glad that Kells is finally being recognized as the true artist he is. Furthermore, it will be nice to see something on IFC besides pretentious indie films produced by boxy-spectacled Brooklyn artfags.
Man, the summer of R. Kelly just keeps on rolling on and kicking ass.
Labels: boyfriends, I LOVE IT, movies, ridiculous absurdity, Robert Sylvester Kelly
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