You want to help R Kelly? Get him some counseling.

According to the Washington Post:

R. Kelly’s lawyer has responded to allegations in a BuzzFeed News story that the R&B singer was holding six women in an abusive “cult.”

“Mr. Robert Kelly is both alarmed and disturbed at the recent revelations attributed to him,” his lawyer, Linda Mensch, said in a statement to People magazine. “Mr. Kelly unequivocally denies such allegations and will work diligently and forcibly to pursue his accusers and clear his name.”

The widely circulated BuzzFeed story, posted Monday, details several parents’ attempts to contact and free their daughters from R. Kelly’s properties in Chicago and Duluth, Ga. Former members of Kelly’s inner circle — Cheryl Mack, Kitti Jones and Asante McGee — allege that he controls what the women can and cannot do. They told BuzzFeed that the women, ranging from two teenagers to a 31-year-old “den mother,” are required to refer to Kelly as “Daddy” and must ask for permission to leave the properties. Kelly, 50, reportedly confiscated their cellphones and, in addition to dictating their daily activities, films their sexual encounters.

Every time I hear about R Kelly, I immediately remember this:

Thanks, Huey.

Everytime ‘Despacito’ comes on

It seems to be an addiction:

Those crazy kids.

OK. Those crazy Russians.

What is this song, anyway?

The song that’s sitting atop the Billboard Hot 100 list is “Despacito,” a Spanish-language track by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee, with an assist from Canadian boy Justin Bieber.

Perhaps needless to say, it’s not common for non-English-language tracks to land very high on the Billboard charts. Over the past 35 years, we identified 15 songs that matched that criterion.

This has been the No. 1 song in America for eight weeks. And the first time I heard it was yesterday, which shows how out of the loop I am. I guess I should take a look at the whole thing.

 

Looking back at Eurovision

The Eurovision song contest was held last week. It’s a big deal on the other side of the planet. Portugal won with this song:

Not exactly my cup of tea. Because I think the only Eurovision Song Contest winners who mattered were these guys in 1974:

I mean, really. They’re so young, and so cute and you can even hear their Swedish accents. Nobody was better than ABBA. Here, I’ll prove it: