Never really jammed Keith Sweat back in the day because I was too cool for R&B. But damn if Keith Sweat don't go hard as fuck slowed down. All that New Jack Swing stuff does. If I can fix my time machine, I'm gonna go back and tell 1991 Raven that it's okay to rock this shit, and also ask him for something from downstairs, and then I'm gonna steal a bunch of his old metalhead and Grateful Dead shirts to bring back to now and sell to these vintage vultures. Oh yeah, speaking of fashion, I'm gonna let 1991 Raven know everything is going to turn out okay (inner child work) and also get a couple pairs of airbrushed overalls, even though that feels like something out of his fashion sense back then. "Trust me, young me, you're gonna be glad you did it. But size 'em up. There's a lot of Chinese buffets in your future."
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