#REVIEW: EVERYTHING IS LOVE, by Beyoncé and her husband

1529188714_5c1de0914dc0d389b19ae56fe7cc046cIt must be so weird to be Jay-Z, guys.  He is, by any standard, one of the most successful and well-known rappers of all time and an insanely talented businessman to boot, and he still managed to somehow marry up, to a woman who is better than him at damn near every single thing the two of them do.  Don’t get me wrong; I married up myself, and my wife is also better than me at goddamn near everything.  It ain’t a bad thing.  But to be as successful as this guy has been, and still be #2 in your house?  Crazy.

So here’s the thing: although I don’t talk about her all that much I am a big fan of Beyoncé.  I’ve phrased that very deliberately.  I am a fan of Beyoncé, not so much of her music.  As an entertainer, she’s amazing, but I’m not necessarily going to reach for Dangerously in Love when I’m looking for something to listen to.  She’s had a couple of songs on each of her albums that I like; sometimes a couple that I really like, but Lemonade was the first of her entire records that really clicked for me and even then if I’m playing it it’s to listen to Daddy Lessons or Formation and not to listen the whole way through.

And despite all the good stuff I just said about Jay, I’ve always thought he was kind of overrated as a musician.  Him and Nas both fit into the same headspace for me, guys who have been around forever and been obscenely successful in hiphop (although Jay is a level beyond Nas, I think) but who I just don’t think are as good as everyone thinks they are.  Don’t @ me.  I bought 4:44 just like everybody else.  The dude’s still huge.  I don’t get to decide that, and he doesn’t have to give a shit what I think.  But still.

So it’s kind of fascinating to me that Everything is Love is my favorite Beyoncé album and my favorite Jay-Z album, and by a substantial margin.  I have always and always will preferred hiphop to all other forms of music, and it turns out that when you take Bey’s talents and turn the dial a few notches toward rap you get something that I really fucking like.  Here’s how much I like this album: I’ve not only had it on damn near constant rotation in my car since I downloaded it, but when I’m not listening to it I’ve been revisiting everything else I have by both of them.

I dunno if I even really have anything else coherent to say about it.  I’m terrible at reviewing music; I always have been, and it’s not like this album needs my help, right?  If you were gonna cop this one you had it two hours after you found out it existed and nobody is going to try it based on Oh, Luther liked it!  But still.  Do it anyway.  This is something special, and these two need to make music together more often.


The general theory seems to be that me doing an advice column would be entertaining, but I need some people with problems!  Drop me a line and let me know how your life is Wrong and I will fix it.

Hit the ground burnin and woke up frostbit

Today was a Tuesday, in case you were wondering.  I don’t know what it is about Tuesdays.  But today was definitely a Tuesday.  I think I need a T-shirt or something.

At any rate, on the way home from work the following two songs flashed into my head.  I still have every syllable of both songs memorized.  I probably haven’t listened to the Kool Moe Dee song in the larger part of a decade.  It’s really weird how the music that you were listening to when you were in middle school and high school sticks with you forever.

Or maybe it’s not, I dunno.  It’s not like I’m not still listening to the same stuff.   🙂  At any rate, enjoy some old-school hiphop while I go to bed early and try to recharge enough to make it through Wednesday.

Sorry, I got nothing tonight

I absolutely had to listen to this tonight on the way home, but it really isn’t indicative of my day.  Nonetheless:

I got nothing

#REVIEW: Public Enemy: Inside the Terrordome, by Tim Grierson

51ZdWPgD4KL._SX326_BO1,204,203,200_.jpgYou may have noticed that while I talk about music and link to videos a fair amount around here (okay, more of the latter than the former, but still) I rarely do anything like an album review.  The reason is pretty simple: while I enjoy reading music reviews, I almost never have any idea what the hell any given music reviewer is talking about at any given time and I absolutely cannot replicate the format myself.  I can tell you why I liked or did not like a book.  I can definitely tell you why I liked or did not like a movie.  But the vocabulary of music reviews frequently eludes me completely; I’m inarticulate when talking about music in a way that I’m just not when discussing other subjects.  I could make a living as a movie reviewer.  I’d be fired after my first article if I tried to get a job at Rolling Stone, or wherever the hell people go to find music reviews nowadays.

Talk about music, though?  Talk about, oh, late eighties-early nineties hiphop?

All day, every day.  I think that it’s possible that my wife wouldn’t have married me had she realized my ability to turn any conversation into a short lecture about the history of hiphop.  She made the mistake of watching a VH1 special about the hundred greatest rap songs of all time with me once.  It was an experiment not repeated.

Tim Grierson wrote a book about Public Enemy, the greatest rap group of all time.  Now, interesting fact: it’s an unauthorized book, so he didn’t have direct access to anyone in the band other than Terminator X, who left the group a while back and who he appears to have exchanged emails with.  So he’s relying on a lot of third-party sources here, and tons of interviews that band members have done with other people or books that they’ve written themselves.  Ordinarily that’s a red flag that indicates some sort of nefarious agenda, but in this case I think the guy is remarkably even-handed other than the hilarious (and entirely appropriate) disdain he holds for everything Flavor Flav has done with his life in the last ten years or so.

Loosely described, the book devotes a chapter or so to each of PE’s albums, starting prior to the release of Yo! Bum Rush the Show in 1987 and ending with the “double album” release of Most of My Heroes Still Don’t Appear on No Stamp and The Evil Empire of Everything in 2012.  The book was released in February of this year, so there’s not much more recent stuff than that; it closes with the band’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which seems as good a place as any.  Along the way he discusses the group’s rise and fall fairly, documenting the period of time where PE ruled the world (It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back, Fear of a Black Planet, and Apocalypse 91: The Enemy Strikes Black) but not skimping on everything that’s happened since.  PE’s released thirteen studio albums and a host of other stuff, too, and Chuck D, Flavor, and Terminator X all have solo albums as well, although Chuck’s last two solo albums (one of which may have come out too late to discuss) go unmentioned.  There’s a lot here, and I respect that the book doesn’t go quiet after the mess that was Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age in 1994.  In fact, the foreword directly calls out a bunch of other “authorized” PE books for doing just that– the band never saw remotely the level of success they had in the early nineties again, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t doing a lot of interesting shit.  Specifically, I like Grierson’s emphasis on Chuck D as an innovator, a guy who refuses to ever do the same thing twice, and I’m giving a lot of the latter albums another listen-through today to pick up on some of the details he discusses.

He also correctly assesses Rebirth of a Nation as the band’s best release since Apocalypse.  It was important for me that he get that right.  🙂

It should probably go without saying that I loved the book, devouring the thing whole in basically a day.  This is my shit here, y’all.  If I hadn’t liked the book, there’d probably still be a post about it tearing it to pieces.

You will probably hear a bit more about this book in a couple of weeks.  For now, go read it.

SUNDAY MUSIC VIDEO POST!

Just because.

All I’ve got right now

It was a good day, but I just did like 20K words of editing and I cannot brain anymore.  Have a video.

Why not.  Have two.

WOW.

I’m not saying anything unique in pointing this out– literally every link I’ve seen today has said the same thing– but my favorite part of this video is not the daughter’s amazing skills but the pride on her dad’s face as she’s kicking his ass.