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Mid-90s, I'm a little naive ginger puritan who listens to only xtian music; DC Talk, Newsboys, Audio Adrenaline, shit like that. I happen upon a TLC song and like it so much that my friend gets me the CD for my bday. I have to hide it from my mom because she's afraid of the devil. I listen to the album all through the night, and Red Light Special quickly becomes my favorite song. I'm so young and naive that I have no idea what sex is about, what red light special means, or that black people and white people aren't the same. At a later date, my mom finds the CD and overwhelms me with grief for listening to Satan's music, so I put the album in the trash
Fast forward fifteen years, I'd completely forgotten about the band, then come across Creep randomly. I listen to it again, and remember how great a song it is. Then I see Red Light Special and it dawns on me that fate is real. How else can I explain a little ginger kid not knowing anything about sex or ethnicity, but his favorite music is black girls singing about sex, then over a decade later it turns out he particularly likes black girls? Fate IMO
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