Man, I was planning on taking the afternoon off just because it's the holiday weekend and also because I need to see about exercising a few of my constitutional rights here while I've still got a chance, but I've been getting calls and emails left and right for the past half hour or so alerting me to the fact that '80s R&B great Luther Vandross has gone off to dance with his father somewhere in that great Krispy Kreme donut stand in the sky.
Sez the tall Israel-run media:
NEW YORK (AP) - Grammy winner Luther Vandross, whose deep, lush voice on such hits as "Here and Now" and "Any Love" sold more than 25 million albums while providing the romantic backdrop for millions of couples worldwide, died Friday. He was 54.
Vandross died at the John F. Kennedy Medical Center in Edison, N.J., said hospital spokesman Rob Cavanaugh. He did not release the cause of death.
Since suffering a stroke in his Manhattan home on April 16, 2003, the R&B crooner stopped making public appearances - but amazingly managed to continue his recording career. In 2004, he captured four Grammys as a sentimental favorite, including best song for the bittersweet "Dance With My Father."
'Tis unfortunate that that he had to kick on an otherwise pretty decent Friday afternoon, but at least it's already after 5 so I don't have to feel as bad about drowning my sorrows in a nice cold can of The Champagne. I don't have any actual Luther Vandross CDs handy, just because I find R&B to be an inferior genre of music, but perhaps I'll listen to that horrible Jay-Z song from the Blueprint 2 that's sorta kinda based off of "Take You out Tonight," or whatever it's called, or that dumbass Kanye West "Slow Jams" song, which I believe samples his version of "A House Is Not a Home." No homo on this whole post.
Previously: Luther Vandross, the sandwich
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