Vulture recently wrote a profile on R. Kelly and needless to say, it’s filled with the singer dodging questions about his past.
The writer wanted to know if people could listen to Kelly’s music without remembering the fact that he was allegedly raping young girls.
Here’s when the writer gets down to the nitty gritty:
Do you have a sexual attraction to underage girls? I ask.
“That’s a rumor that comes from the Earth, like all rumors,” he says, sounding almost bored.
So it’s not true?
“No. It’s not true. I love women, period. If I wasn’t a celebrity, people wouldn’t be saying these things about me.”
How do you explain people close to you saying that you have a problem?
“I don’t know those people you’re talking about.”
I clarify: his brother, his ex-publicist, his former friend and longtime personal assistant.
“All those people have been fired by me. If you’re going to ask me these questions, you have to make sense out of it. It wasn’t until after they got fired that they said these things. Go figure. I got one life, and I don’t want to spend it talking about negativity. I’ve moved on. Maybe you haven’t.”
It’s not crazy to think that where there’s smoke there’s fire.
“Let’s correct that,” he says. “Smoke can be anything. I’ve seen smoke and then I looked and there was no fire.”
And what about all the settlements? All the rumors?
“I understand the game,” Kelly says. “Get as much dirt as you can on somebody, get it all together, and make it real juicy so we can sell some papers. I understand the job you guys have to do.”
Well as usual, Kelly is the piped piper for deflection.
Honestly, I’ve never been a fan of his music. And even the thought of listening to it now gives me the skeevies. I’m not sure what type of person could support him. And that goes for any musician accused of the same type of atrocities.