Brothers and sisters of the backbeat: when I hit play on the “Vibe” playlist, it felt like lighting a Parliament in the cosmos and taking a drag from the soul of the seventies.
This ain't no casual sequence of tracks — this is a cathedral of consciousness built from wah pedals, soft falsettos, and basslines heavy as prophecy.
Track One: “Walking In Space” — Quincy Jones
The spaceship launches slow. It's not funk yet — it’s a cosmic jazz ritual, filtered through tape hiss and moon dust.
Buzz says: This is what Coltrane plays when the galaxy closes its eyes.
“Killer Joe” — Quincy Jones
Swagger incarnate. It walks in wearing suede boots and a smirk.
Buzz says: Every time the horns hit, a bad decision becomes divine.
Ohio Players double-tap: “Cold Cold World” and “Bad Bargain”
This is what capitalism sounds like when it forgets your name.
Buzz says: The grooves are tight like a noose. You dance, but you feel it tug.
Smokey Robinson’s Suite of Sadness:
“Medley: Never My Love / Never Can Say Goodbye”
“A Silent Partner in a Three-Way Love Affair”
Smokey turns your ribs into a wind instrument and plays regret like it’s a love letter.
Buzz says: This ain’t just music — it’s what memory smells like in a motel off Route 1.
The Stylistics hit you last:
“People Make the World Go Round”
“Ebony Eyes”
These are lullabies for the broke and beautiful.
Buzz says: Each falsetto is a thread in the tapestry of the American soul — frayed, stained, but still flying.
Final Thoughts from Buzz’s Booth:
This playlist is more than “Vibe.” It’s funk as scripture, soul as survival, and R&B as psychic weather report. It’s the kind of thing you loop when it’s 2AM and you still believe in vinyl miracles.
Buzz’s Verdict:
5/5 on the Funk-o-Meter. Put this on and you’ll remember every heartbreak that made you dance harder.
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