Long before she bought a vowel for her name, hopped on the international pop trolley, and bleached her hair into oblivion, the artist formerly known as Amerie was a favorite of mine. OK, "favorite" may be a bit generous, but I usually enjoyed her musical offerings. Back when she was the proudly biracial around-the-way girl from Georgetown University, most of her work with beatmaker Rich Harrison received heavy play on my iPod. Even the last two albums, which the public ignored, I loved. Now, she's veering off into world pop-acid house-trance land and going by "Ameriie"--with the extra "i" reflecting positive energy. Of course, because an extra "e" would have made no sense whatsoever. She's recording her new album, Cymatica Vol. 1, in a special DNA-repairing frequency and studying visible sound and vibration, and so on. That's special, but I long for her more
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