Attention: Trippin' Out will shut down your club right now. I repeat: Trippin' Out will shut down your club right now.
And I mean. Right. Now. Any club. Any crowd. Anywhere.
At 3:55 am pct as I'm typing this, if a DJ—even a bad one—drops needle on that one, random heads will scream, females will rush the floor, somebody will ask "whateva happened to Camp Lo?" and everyone else will jump up, drop their drinks and re-enact JJ's paintings from Good Times.
That's how flame this cut still is.
As for the album that birthed Trippin’ Out, Something To Believe In is one of the baddest albums you’ll ever hear. It dropped in 1980—the thong-side of the disco era, so there’s even more head-nodding and rump shakin’ soul rhythms than usual. And that’s a good thing. Because this album makes your body feel as good as your heart.
Like I said before—Curtis Mayfield probably dropped more pure concept albums than any artist in 50 years. And without a doubt he dropped the best ones. Unifying themes carried thru on every track, dope arrangements that wouldn’t work anywhere else but as intended; and more finger-licking, spine-tingling soul than the law should allow.
When it comes to STBI, the “something” is love. And every track is about love—dancing with someone you love for the first time (Love Me, Love Me Now), confessing your love for the first time (Let Me Love You Tonight), loving your people/community (It’s Alright & People Never Give Up), making love (Make Good Love Together) to a vow of everlasting love (Never Let Me Go), every joint is about connections and how they made you feel.
This was Mayfield in his prime. Writing from the heart, singing from the soul, no wasted notes and no filler. Something To Believe In is just uncut lovely.
Just for reading: Here’s a couple goodies from Trippin’ Out:
Something To Believe In