Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

I still can hardly believe that Barry White is gone. The man recorded some of the greatest sex music (it may have been about love, but it was for sex) of all time. I mean, c'mon, check the resumé: "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe," "Never Never Gonna Give Ya Up," "It's Ecstasy When You Lay Down Next To Me," and I could go on ad infinitum. And then that bomb-ass comeback he made thanks (in part) to Q?! Hearing his triple-fudge-layer-cake voice gushing outta the speakers on "The Secret Garden"? It was like some serious whoa. He's a god of music, a giant of production (see Marcello's reflections on his musical brilliance behind the boards), one of the (accidental) inventors of disco, and truly larger than life.

R.I.P., Barry. You always practiced what you preached.