But I find the most interesting aspect of this to be that R. Kelly would seem to be making up the story as he goes along, happily jumping between media. What’s interesting about this to me? It’s partially interesting for the unbridled creativity of the endeavor: to all appearances, R. There’s a video of the first chapter is available here the Web being the Web, there’s a lot of so-so derivative work here, and even machinima versions of the videos here.
Wikipedia does have a surprisingly good summary of the twists and turns of Kelly’s saga, though it is written in an unfortunate wink-wink-nudge-nudge style. Through it all, the music remains the same each episode is still three minute pop song, which do get played on the radio as such. Kelly’s said to be busy thinking up a dozen more installments to the story. New characters are introduced and the plot becomes steadily more labyrinthine (a midget and an allergy to cherries figure prominently) and fails to resolve much of anything. And despite revelation after revelation, they all end on a cliffhanger of some sort.įor the next seven chapters, Kelly moved directly to video: he’s just released a DVD video of the first twelve chapters, where he and others act out the drama he’s narrating for thirty-nine minutes. All the chapters have the same backing music and run to the same length. Kelly followed this up by releasing four subsequent chapters to the radio – followed shortly by music videos – which, rather than tying up loose ends, drew out the plot wider and wider, piling adultery upon adultery, bringing a gay pastor, a police officer, and leg cramps into the story. It ends on a cliffhanger – the narrator, hiding in the titular closet, draws his gun as the husband he’s cuckolded is about to open the door. It’s a three-and-a-half minute long song without a chorus in which Kelly lays out a plot involving multiple adulteries, a closet, and a cell phone that goes off at an inopportune moment. The first installment of it (“Chapter 1”) arrived on a CD single last May, squeezed between “Set in the Kitchen” (a song about sex in the kitchen) and “Sex in the Kitchen (remix)” (another song about sex in the kitchen). “Trapped in the Closet” is, in brief, Kelly’s experiment in making a serialized pop song.
Bear with me a bit: while it might seem like I’m off on a frolic of my own, this will get around to having something to do with the future of the book. I’m referring, of course, to “Trapped in the Closet”. For the past six months, he’s been engaged in the most formally interesting experiment in pop music in a while. But unfortunate, because he’s very much worth keeping an eye on. Kelly – the R&B singer known for his buttery voice and slippery morals – the attention that I do, which is completely understandable. Most of the people reading this blog probably don’t give R.
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