Currently in Rotation: "Who Cares?" - Gnarls Barkley (2006)

 

Remember these guys?  I didn't until I woke up in a cold sweat with the chorus from "Crazy" stuck in my head recently.  I then put on the whole St. Elsewhere album in the bath and was transported back to my college era:  2005-06.  A simpler time--the Iraq War, Hurricane Katrina, the lead up to the 2008 Housing  crash.  Scratch that.  Maybe "simpler" isn't the word.  But you could still afford to live/eat & our streets weren't always one matchstrike away from burning due police brutality in broad daylight or insurrectionist Tweets from the Narcissist In Chief.  Back when I wasn't as cynical & still had hope for this old weary w--

--Nope, gonna stop myself right there.  I was every bit as nihilistic & cynical (read: realistic) as I am now, I just had a sex life so I also didn't feel l Ike I was also gonna spontaneously combust.

Since then, CeeLo Green has been outed as a rape apologist  UNCONVICTED RAPIST & given 3 years probation + community service for drugging a woman who woke up naked in his bed with no memory of how she got there.  His downward spiral was bizarre & unfortunate but no amount of talent absolves you of violent crimes against people smaller/weaker than you so he can rot.  Here are his thoughts on rape for anyone curious:

"It's not rape if they don't remember (because I also drugged them)."

There's a song called "Necromancer" near the end of St. Elsewhere that's a whole helluva lot less cutesy when taken in the context of all this.  The lyrics for the strong of stomach:

[Intro]
Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up
Don't wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

[Verse 1]
It's naughty, very naughty necrophilia
Without a care I'm compassionate about killing her
I'd have my way with what's left of the will in her
Cosmopolitans, and cocaine, and an occasional pill in her

When she spoke, I saw a spark, but it was dark so
I drove her home when she died, sexy suicide
Sweet nothings for the numb, you feel where I'm coming from?
Have no fear, everything's fine, my girl parties all the time

Did you hear what I said?
With this ring I thee wed
A body in my bed
She was cool when I met her
But I think I like her better dead

[Verse 2]
The production is progressive, but the reason is retro
The chords are cold-blooded murder, I named it neo-necro
I whispered in her ear to hear an echo, echo-co-co
I keep her, it's cheaper, I love too much to let go

We discussed over dinner how she would die before the day was done
So I caught her just in time to have a little fun
And you could use a little sun
So scream and holler, run and play
Wish you could die another day

I'm glad to say that I've
Done what I could to revive
My softer side survived
Damn, that chick was all right when she was alive
Ha ha ha

"Damn, I really fucked this up for us, didn't I?"

(The following paragraphs are my opinion only)

Considering the drugging aspect of his 2011 crime, the first 2 yellow lines are definitely a confession, either that he'd DONE this before or fantasized about it in great detail.  The red line "A body in my bed" is horrifying considering the woman we know about.  In the next two yellow lines he's admitting he views women as means to an end, that he'd rather fuck a dead body than a living one.  That's what men like Bill Cosby who choose to drug women and rape unconscious bodies have been accused of--being necrophiliacs.  Makes you wonder what else this sick fuck has gotten up to before anyone was looking.  

Like Cosby who openly joked in his act about "Spanish Fly" when he was slipping women actual Quaaludes, Cee-Lo seems perfectly at home discussing his paraphilia & affinity for graphic fantasies of rape & killing.  Hopefully some more seasoned investigators will keep their eyes on him and maybe look into his past as well because he was publicly behaving like all the other violent rapist men in the entertainment world yet somehow slipped under the BIG radar that Cos, Epstein, R. Kelly and now Diddy have been caught up in.  

(Holy shit this was NOT the article I was expecting to write about this defunct Hip-Pop duo but here we are: it's 4:30 a.m. and I'm alone, feeling especially creeped out). 

Goodnight,  moon.  🌑