WE WENT THERE
Brian McKnight Refuses to Get Porny at the Blue Note, Still Manages to Drive Some Women Insane
By Rembert Browne at
I did not want to see Brian McKnight last night.
The idea of covering an event just for the thrill of a juicy story does not appeal to me. Seeing Brian McKnight in concert, after having written two weeks ago about his unusual decision to release an adult-themed song as a way to revive his career, sounds like a great story, but I wanted no part of it. As the afternoon turned to evening and I vacillated between attending (a ticket had already been reserved, under my name, as a form of peer pressure from a friend), I finally found a way out. I'd watch basketball. That way, at least I'd having something to write about and the night wouldn't be a complete professional waste.













