Rickie Jacobs gave me a start with “Pandora’s Box,” a double entendre of a song over some whimsical, island-influenced production. From the admission that he and his lady friend don’t belong together to the concession that the past belongs in the past, I couldn’t help equate most of everything that he raps about to my current situation.
Essentially, I have this feeling that I’m opening up my own Pandora’s box – no, I’m not actually after Pandora’s Box like Rickie – that is mixed with an overwhelming sense of dread that could follow. Will I listen to that inner voice, and what Rickie is cautioning me against? Probably not, just like he doesn’t seem to, either.