This just left me speechless. Not the performance itself; it’s just Al lip-synching on Soul Train. No, what floored me was Al’s rather… striking ensemble. It takes a brave man to go on national (if syndicated) TV wearing pirate boots, black patent-leather hot pants, a lavender halter top, a big-ass gold chain the likes of which would’ve crushed the mighty Mr. T, and the baddest fuzzy red pimp brim this side of the afterlife. That, my friends, is not the outfit of a shy or retiring man. Few and far between are those who would think of putting it together, much less making it work. It is inexplicable and uncompromising. If Al is indeed tired of being alone, perhaps it is because others fear his sartorial savoir faire.
I, for one, salute him.
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