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“Every night you’d close your eyes on my chest like it’s home,” he remembers a little later. “Tippy Toes” is the kind of fun, shallow hit that could inspire an old-school dance craze, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
For once he’s actually singing about Patton: what she was like, why he loved her. Unfortunately, the rest of the album isn’t as strong.
If you’re a gossip hound looking for new info about the Patton-Thicke split, there’s certainly plenty of confessional dirt here.
Despite all the whispers, for example, Thicke hasn’t actually confessed, at least not publicly, to cheating on his wife of nine years. “If she ever knew that I would never be the man I promised I would be,” he sings on the 1990s pop ditty “Opposite of Me.” “If she ever knew that I would be running ’round, she never would have stayed.” Seems pretty cut-and-dried to me.
Thicke alludes to his transgressions elsewhere as well, apologizing for his “lack of self-control” on “Still Madly Crazy” (“You’d think by now I might have grown,” he adds) and bemoaning the “bird that flew in the window, took a picture, and left with a naughty tweet” on “Something Bad.” Seems that Thicke was “someone like [Patton’s] dad”—a possible philanderer, given to “reward[ing] her with drunken rants” (“Opposite of Me” again).“Black Tar Cloud,” meanwhile, makes it clear that something more serious than alcohol may have also contributed to the breakup.
(Black tar is a kind of heroin, and Thicke has admitted, “I never met a drug I didn’t like.”) “Yelling and screaming and smacking me,” Thicke half-raps on the dark, paranoid track.
Others might say that he’s shown his softer side—that he deserves to get the girl back.
Miley Cyrus went ahead and made the biggest scandal at the MTV Video Music Awards.
He didn’t even rush to release the recordings, waiting more than a year to finish them off.
Not only is the melody—a delicate, aching sequence that sounds as nostalgic as the lyrics it’s paired with—both beautiful and memorable; the song itself moved me.
“Under sunshine, too much wine, laying in the grass, you were all mine,” Thicke recalls at one point. It’s a proudly idiotic party song about a hottie who “doesn’t want to be like anyone else”—who “can twerk but [would] rather dip bounce and bust.” More importantly, it cleverly updates the classic Chubby Checker playbook to create an utterly addictive number with zero emotional content that might actually have a shot—unlike the rest of the LP—at getting people out on the floor this summer.
) “I should have bought you roses, Good & Plenty, and rubbed your toeses [sic],” he adds on “Too Little Too Late.” On several songs, Thicke has female backup singers voice what he imagines to be Patton’s perspective—“I kept trying to warn you that you were slowly breaking my heart”; “You’ve been such a bad baby”—in a convoluted musical attempt to show that he, you know, empathizes.
But the problem isn’t so much the silliness of specific lyrics as the solipsism and immaturity of Thicke’s whole message.