I’ll never get over the fact that she was dancing inside the engine of a motorcycle with a custom made Chanel catsuit debuting her ponytail wit da hump while rocking her mans pendant while being the one driving the motorcycle while also being inside the fucking headlight
You know what keeps me up at night? Thinking that Aaliyah would’ve not only been considered an r&b artist, pop artist, and hip-hop artist, but also a rock artist. She was ready to break down musical barriers, and she was robbed from that opportunity when she died (i.e. her collab with Trent Reznor that was in the works), and we were robbed from hearing more of that kind of fusion. Not only that, but the worry of Aaliyah’s legacy fading because her evil uncle is greedily keeping her last two albums from the public and not sharing them on streaming platforms (which I still have no clue as to why he’s doing that other than money), and the only album that’s streamable is the one that features a sexual predator.
She doesn’t deserve that. She deserved so much more than this and deserved so much more credit than what’s already been given to her. Like the only thing people remember her for was her fashion, her movies, that R. Kelly mess, and her dying in an airplane crash at a young age when she’s done so much for music at such a young age than I’ve ever seen and heard from any other artist; but nobody’s gonna get it and nobody’s gonna understand why she’s that important, musically and culturally, because her own damn uncle is killing her legacy, and I’m never gonna get over it.