Much like the Cheers love-fest I reposted on this page, here's another chronicle I felt like sharing that got me all nostalgic from Friday, November 17, 2006:

One of the great voices of our generation has died.

And I JUST found out.

Why wasn't this all over the news? I know the blood type of Britney's trailer spawn and news of a massive loss to the music community is just getting to me?!?!? Sure, his sales weren't that of some of the glossy pop shite out there. But, name a better R&B singer that's around and I'm going to look at you with that look of wondrous confusion like when the family dog catches you masturbating. There isn't one. D'Angelo? Nope. John Legend? Nice try. That little dude that looks like a turtle from Boyz II Men? Nope. Maxwell? Nope. Bobby Brown? Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?

Gerald Levert had the raw power and pure force behind his voice that this generation hasn't seen. He was truly old school and belonged in a generation where any tart with a canyon-esque vagina couldn't fuck her way into a studio and use high-priced Pro-Tools and DP plug-ins and pitch correctors to appear to have talent.

Why he didn't get the praise and love Luther Vandross got, I'll never know. His voice was stalwart enough to lipo off Luther's man-boobs. If you actually need evidence of his talent, check out how much wreck he caught on Standing In The Shadows Of Motown. That's what converted me. Aside from Chaka Khan's epic "What's Going On," he destroys everybody else's performances.

He is already missed.