What comes first: the idea for a new song or the endorsement contract? Whichever, every tune Lenny Kravitz composes is destined to become a jingle for something ... jeans, trucks, beer, condoms, sponges ... Because he dresses nifty and looks good, Helen Willis' ("Loooooooo-uise, we must get to the help centah!") son has somehow secured hip cred, when really he's nothing more than Phil Collins with hair, and a darker pigmentation.
Blandness knows no color.
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