Friday, October 12, 2007

I want to hook up with one of those R & B Bitches

Hip Hop Honors brought up a lot of issues for me related to this thing called, you know, hip hop. How in the world was Missy Elliot honored and why wasn't Roxanne Shante honored. And if Missy was honored, who would perform on a tribute to her...somehow, despite the fact that the show has been shown twice since its premiere, I managed or escaped seeing her honored. But the question of who is relevant enough to perform and who be in the same vein continues to plague me. Really, the question of whether there are any female MC's worth listening to.

In my mind, in the mainstream hip hop world, there may be only two or three female MC's or group to emerge since the dawn of the century.

Shawna

This chick has always teetered on the edge of a never will be...even her biggest hit to date is assisted by a smart hook with Too Short on it. I think her association with Ludacris has actually hurt rather than help her: but really, I don't think that she has it....she somewhere stuck between Eve and the holy menage of sex rap of Fox/Kim/Trina. If you had to pick between an R & B chick or her for a verse, go with the R & B chick.











Diamond and Princess from Crime Mobb



These are two emcees you could only really understand if you had prolonged exposure to females from DeKalb county. The way they spit, super fast with syllables spilling over each other, with the slight snarl at the end, is reminiscent of any of my lame attempts to pick up chicks from the county. It's comfort music for me. There are very few metaphors, just verbal jabs and parries. Still, I couldn't see these two honoring anyone.

To Be Continued: First of Five Parts

Friday, September 28, 2007

The Sparrow Sings Better Than T-Pain




I come to a real difficult crossroad with T-Pain lately; due to his near ubiquity, the Busta Rhymes of our time has managed to creep into my radar and actually make music I will not only listen to, but look forward to hearing. It's one thing to sit around with your buddy's complaining about Mr. Hair Extension.

Now Kayne had to do it....a matter of a fact, who else could do it...But I can't deny the good life.



But that could all be attributed to an inferior artist lucking into a guest appearance that puts them in a good light. And to be perfectly honest, the use of his voice mirrored the ghostly voices used in house music for year, which meshed perfectly with Kayne's new emphasis on swooshing house synths instead of soul samples.

But then Piles had to come out with Shawty, totally smashing my preconceptions into a smoldering heap on recriminations. I checked my underwear to see if my period had started.

This couldn't even be attributed to a superior artist. Piles is a serviceable MC, at his best. This wasn't exactly Aesop Rock spitting couplets: This just showed that pop music lives in another universe from serious artist. Talent just isn't a part of the equation, with the subjective experience trumping everything you like.

During the time I first heard Shawty I was extremely horny. Summer fever had struck in the worst way and I was single. To complicated matters I wasn't going out to solve my woman problems. You can add to the problem, (and yes, it is a problem) that there has been a dearth of good lovemaking songs coming from R&B (R. Kelly's Zoo doesn't count, that's comedy) and you had the formula for a grand masturbation song.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Can't wait for next year

I really hate to join the chorus, but I have to say it for myself: the VMA's were a hot mess. MTV has truly jumped the shark and they now have to admit they have no idea how to deal with today’s super segmented music world. They showed their confusion by segregating different type of acts to their own hotel suites or clubs. This mere act admitted that in today’s musical environment, no one can hold the big stage, which is half the point of these types of things.

Personally, coming from the indie rock world of small stages, these things tend to bore me. And I have to say, I would have wanted to be in all of those suites at some times. I hate Fall Out Boy and Gym Class Heroes, but there suite looked like a ton of fun. By the time Lil Wayne showed up to cut a verse, you know the white girl was viva. Kayne seemed to thrive in his performances and suite, even if the industry types seemed decidedly non-pulsed by his performance of the great song “Good Life”. It almost made me want to buy the Kayne album, if I did those kinds of things.

The Foo Fighters hosted a suite, which surprisingly rocked, especially when Mastodon completely brutalized the assembled industry, which looked like their eyes where going to burst through their eye sockets a’la Metacolypse. And then came the cover of “Hotel in Cambodia” with System of the Down frontman and the Queens. Let’s just say that it took me to a place where I’m bratty and 16 again.

But most people are there for the spectacle, which this VMA’s failed at terribly. Britney was supposed to take care of this, but she was a honey bun out of shape (although she was just right for me) and a soma away from a nap. But unlike others, I can say that I wouldn’t care if I was her either. I’m a multimillionaire who never cared about music: why start to try now when I can play with the kids for the rest of my life.

The only other big stage performer was Chris Brown, yes homo. I’m neither a little girl or tey ghey, no Byron Crawford, so let’s just say, hated it. That move to big performance just made them seem insecure with their small room performances, which they kept cutting short anyway, Kayne excepted.

Then the true highlight was barely shown. Kid Rock took it too Tommy Lee, ghetto fights style. If MTV was smart, they would have zoomed in on the fight and kept security away that precious millisecond it would have taken to really let some blows get exchanged. Now that’s show business and rock n roll all in one.

Monday, September 10, 2007

50 Cents vs. Kayne: a landslide before the avalanche

In the skewed sales environment of mainstream rap, 50 Cents’ fired off a salvo that he just might regret: He has promised to retire if his next album Curtis doesn’t sell as many records as Kayne’s Graduation on September 11th. 50 trained his bullying on a figure that is both ill prepared to respond but may finally endanger his career to extinction, through inactivity. Kayne isn’t a battle rapper and may even lose to 50 on the basis of pure mechanical skill, but he doesn’t have to. Kayne seems content to let his music speak for itself while 50 Cents seems to be relying on publicity to push his album. All the while, the whispers within the music industry is that Kenny Chesney’s next album is a shoo in to sell more than both of these albums, making 50 Cents fears all but moot. 50 Cents’ tantrums has eclipsed a well known malcontent in Kayne and managed to make his fictive rival seem like a champion of art for art sake.

The declaration unleashed 50 is just the first of many publicity tricks in the run up to his album release. 50 issued a challenge to Kayne to debate which of their albums would sell the most, which Kayne wisely turned down. In addition, the next step 50 took in creating buzz was terrorizing the Interscope Records office, tearing a 70 inch plasma screen TV off the wall, throwing his blackberry through a window raining glass on a midtown New York sidewalk., and making yet another series of declaration. The first edict was that he was going on a vacation, an extended rendezvous, rather than promote his album. The second edict was that he would escape from the record labels clutches at any cost. What act could provoke such a bold proclamation and general hooliganism in the middle of New York?

A leak of his third single from Curtis, “Follow My Lead:” hit the internet before his preferred deployment date, which was sometime in October. Finally, this carnival was about the music. But wait, wouldn’t getting the music to the public as soon as there was demand only build on the anticipation. Not when the “leaked” singles from the upcoming album received tepid at best response. The official singles from the album, “Amusement Park” and “Ayo, Technology” failed to grasp the imagination, or worst yet the radio dials and TV screens of America. “Amusement Park” was seen as another “Candy Shop” an overt attempt to use flimsy sexual innuendo to get a girl flavored hit while “Ayo, Technology” lacks the panache of Timbaland and Justin Timberlake collaborations by themselves, essentially making 50 Cent’s a guest on his own song.

This would seem to indicate the “street” singles “Fully Loaded Clip”,” I Get Money”, and “Straight to the Bank” failed to ignite any riots or make any suburban teenager harbor any notions of being gully, with the possible exception of “I Get Money”. Then he released a mix tape only song, “Part Time Lover”, which in abstentious attempt at a for the ladies song which get sidetracked when he reflexively diss Lil Wayne, presumably to get a subliminal dig at the budding professional relationship between Wayne and Ye. You get the feeling that the man could have explored some of this with a mix tape instead of rushing this out to a mass audience, with all of the intended pressures of the endeavor.

Did Kayne waste the interim between his albums with such nonsense? His mix tape, despite having many rehashes from past albums, is well received. He expanded his musical palette by rapping over music from indie club music vixen Kid Sister, Erasure by Thom Yorke, and certified indie hit “Young Folks” by Peter, Bjorn, and John. The mix tape also contained two collaboration between himself, Pharrell Williams, and Lupe Fiasco which contain the seedling products of a supergroup called CSR. His leaks position him well for radio spins and his video so far have outstripped 50’s in plays on the two major outlets, MTV and BET. He made a well publicized and received appearance at Live Earth, topped with a performance with the reanimated Police. Kayne responded with music for his constituents and widen his audience at the same time, which would indicate albums sell would follow suit. His megalomania reveals itself as glee over the quality of his recordings, which was obvious from his appearance on Tim Westwood’s show on RadioOne. His album is about essentially about the correct things: no matter what you actually feel about the single “Stronger”, you have to admire someone who would take the chance of sampling Daft Punk for their first single.

September 11th could only serve to expose to a judicious morale killer to 50 Cents. His pointless beefing with figures outside of his sphere of influence only signals his desperation. Kayne fanbase is different from 50’s and he saw to it that they remembered that while 50 Cents rehashed his own themes at a new target. It almost reassuring to think that Curtis may soon follow his former rival, Ja Rule, into an involuntary exodus just as Ja Rule emerged from pop’s Afghanistan via Lil Wayne. This time, however, the reason for the fall can only be blamed on the man himself.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Psycedelia and the musings of Lil’ Wayne: I can’t feel my face

Psycedelia is an oft times overlooked ingredient in modern day hip hop: while rock has cultivated its links to altered states of being, the drug culture within hip hop has been limited to copious amounts of marijuana smoke and ignores the implications of the use of heavy drugs. Maybe this is for the best; I wouldn’t want to encounter a cultural analogue to the ceaseless doodling and creative abandon of jam bands, which is the unfortunate nadir of rock music experience with pharmacology. Still, the effects of the use of the hallucinogenic stimulant ecstasy and prescription medicine have forever changed what can be said in rhyme.

This isn’t to imply that hip hop hasn’t dabbled in expanding your mind, dude. Reports have recently come out about Redman experimentation with acid during his most productive periods of recording, Cam’ron openly talks about his love affair with scripts, and how else can you explain “The Greatest Pac Man Victory in History” by Aesop without mushrooms as a starting point. Then you always have Houston and the sizzurp. But most hip hop shies away from openly embracing these kinds of experiences: being a head is not being a part of some cool sub cultural realm of experience, a head is someone on the street scrambling for drug money.

Then Lil Wayne started his ascent into rap respectability and we can only hope the kid keeps taking ecstasy, xanax, and whatever else he can get his hands on. Non sequiturs spill out of his mouth: wait, he already said this better than I can by saying “when I open my mouth all bullets come out.” Wayne focuses his Psycedelia in his words, unlike rock’s preoccupation of leaving the issue at the mere music, except for notable exceptions in Frank Zappa and the Beatles. Most of Wayne’s most psychedelic moments take place over beats on mixtapes that purport in no way to be Psycedelia. Wayne’s take is not one that focuses on subjectivity or subject matter; his delivery and word choices are his strengths as a rapper.

Wayne style is more akin to a free verse poet rather than a rapper who focuses on narrative or forming an iconic image through boast. Wayne has more in common with Walt Whitman or one of the beat poets such as Ginsberg rather than emulation of other rappers such as Tupac or Biggie. It’s a form of expression unencumbered by formalism and the cult of personality that permeates rap music. He’s truly on some other shit, in the parlance of the street. His only formal requirement is to rhyme. Some bring up that he did show a undue amount of respect to one Shawn Carter, but one couldn’t imagine Hova going to some of the heights that Wayne going to. Also, the sheer quirkiness and dexterity of Wayne voice separates him from Jay’s monotone delivery.

Apparently this upward trend will continue on The Carter Three, if the leaks are to be believed. Two tracks in particular lend themselves to this discussion. “I Feel Like Dying” directly addresses drug use, with a distant female vocalizing that she feels like dying when the drugs are gone. It’s a song that explores the dark corner of pharmacology that any heavy drug user knows. Meanwhile, “La La La” is more staightfoward I love the hood song, but could also be used as an analogue for a more meaningful life gained through reflection.