Now, this is sad.
Apparently, being the douchiest douche in music wasn't enough for Robin Thicke. Now he has to be the mardy bum ruining everyone's day. He dropped his album, and the fans ran from the download click. He should have learned to play the blues because having a woman ruin his life could have led to a blockbuster of an album. Instead, he's given birth to a schlockfest full of begging and pleading, driving the rhythm and blues genre further into the ground.
His long, sad career decline has begun, and we've seen this movie before. Next thing you know, he'll be fifty and his gut will be hanging out and he'll be playing your local dive. Oh well.