Luther Vandross - Busy Body

My brother-in-law's brother was a Jobbing soul DJ in Essex/east London in the eighties and nineties. He once went out to some bleak, tiny radio station, deep in the heart of Essex, middle of winter, early hours of the morning...just as bleak as, to do a show and could hear this loud snorting noise every couple of minutes. He goes looking round the deserted station and locates the source of the sound as *a very famous soul singer*, sitting on his own in the kitchen area, hoofing great big fat rails. It's hard to over-state how famous this artiste was in that area at this time, so this was quite a surprising visage. It would be like seeing Sabrina Carpenter doing bumps of fent in the Coles Radio toilet or something.

Anyway, I watched the Luther Vandross docco the other night. No cocaine was mentioned.

Neither was this album, apart from references to the drearier tracks, /Superstar and How Many Times Can We Say Goodbye - I suppose they were the harbinger of what was to come. I bought this when it came out in 1983 and I think it's the peak of the Vandross/Miller work, and I rinsed this at the time - its crackly patina is evidence of that. His next album never came close, for me, and was the start of his musical (albeit upwards) decline.

Also, Marcus Miller came over in the docco as a fucking ledge.

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