We're Coming Clean

What the Bloody Hell were we thinking. We became distracted for a while. Sade, our utmost apologies. Please hold it against us. Please. Our uber-celebrity crush is, and always will be, Sade. The One And Only, Sade. All we've got, even Stanley Kowolsky's extra toes because he is madly in love with you too, is yours. You don't need anything from me and Chocolate Thunder, but we'll do our best to get you anything you need.



We'll step back a bit. Now you tell us, tasteless America, who? Who? Voices attached to utter class are missing from what passes for music today. Show us this brilliance? We didn't think so. We're permanently devastated. Sade.