Today is just one of those days where you want to put on your Hypercolor tank top, slip on your palm tree mirrored sunglasses and lay out in the front yard while listening to P.M. Dawn on the portable disc player you have to blow on every 5 minutes because that shit always skips (blowing never worked, it just made you feel all technical and shit).
I don’t ever look at my junior high school yearbook, because I’m pretty sure I listed P.M. Dawn as my favorite group. In my defense, I think any young ho who wanted to sound like they constantly produced artistic thoughts from a tub of swirly tie-dye water in their heads said P.M. Dawn was their favorite musical experience. You don’t know how many girls danced to a P.M. Dawn song in the junior high school talent show thinking they were exposing everybody to the highest level of art. Which they kind of were at the time..
I mean, any music that sounds like it was made by Enya and Boyz II Men while they were blissing out on baby blue weed in the middle of a lava lamp phone IS art.
Prince Be and J.C. the Eternal still made music as P.M. Dawn through the early 2000s, but they had to take a break after Prince B suffered a major stroke and had to get his leg amputated in 2009. In his honor, today I will choreograph a dance around a metal folding chair (you have to use a metal folding chair) to this: