I experienced one such surreal moment when I had the pleasure of watching R. Kelly's "Trapped In The Closet". For those of you who've been unfortunate enough to lead a life without knowledge of R. Kelly's "hip-hopera", your misfortune ends today.
"Trapped In The Closet" is a 22-part story-- nay, a 22-part epic that transcends all limits that mere mortals, such as us, have defined to understand musical genius. You truly need to watch it in order to fathom its brilliance.
To help you understand the sheer awesomeness of it all, here's an excerpt from chapter 4 of this masterpiece:
I kissed her and then we went to the room
Then I turned some music on
Apologized one more time
Then went down and start gettin it on
And she started bitin her lip
Grabbing me and makin noise
Now we makin love and she's my ear whisperin
It's all yours
I said I love you
And she said I love ya, too
Then a tear fell up out my eye
Then I called her my sunshine
And then she looked at me
And said baby go deeper please
And thats when I start goin crazy
Like I was tryin to give her a baby
The room feel like its spinnin
We keep turnin and turnin
As if we were in a whirlwind
The way our toes are curlin
The next thing ya know, she starts goin real wild
And starts screamin my name
Then I said baby, we must slow down
Before I bust a vessel in my brain
And she said please no don't stop
And I said I caught a cramp
And she said please keep on goin
I said my leg is about to crack
Then she cries out
Oh my goodness, I'm about to climax
And I said cool
Just let go of my leg
She says you're the perfect lover
I said I can't go no futher
Then I flip back the cover
Oh my God, a rubber...
The word, ladies and gentlemen, is LEGENDARY.
The narrator here is a character named Sylvester (played by R. Kelly). The events described in the above passage occur immediately after Sylvester accuses his wife, Gwendolyn, of infidelity. Gwendolyn manages to convince him otherwise and that's when they start "gettin it on". As is clear from the following lines, Sylvester knows how to satisfy his woman, despite a rather severe leg cramp and the imminent danger of "busting a vessel in his brain". My favourite part, however, is when his wife cries out, "Oh my goodness, I'm about to climax." To which he curtly replies, "Cool. Climax. Just let go of my leg." Now that, dear friends, is a real man. A selfless lover, who is in fact "cool" with his wife's orgasm and an assertive husband, who dictates exactly which parts of his anatomy are available to his wife for grasping. And after we've all been educated about Sylvester's proficiency in love making, R. Kelly throws in a twist that leaves all of us wondering what happens in chapter 5. Sylvester, much to the viewer's surprise, finds a used condom in his bed.
The flair in the execution of these tortuous plot-lines is a testament to R. Kelly's mastery in the art of storytelling.
R. Kelly. Please. Take a bow.