Saturday, January 15, 2011
Evolution of Media - Hip-Hop Narrative Entry #9
Arguably the highest profile track that has been circulating the blogs is Britney Spears' highly-anticipated first single off of her upcoming album, "Hold It Against Me." For me personally, Britney Spears hits her best strides when producers allow her to become a vehicle for trend-setting. The reason Britney was once widely considered to be the Madonna of our (my?) generation is not because she was as edgy or envelope-pushing (she's neither), but because she set the standards for everyone else to desperately keep pace with in her chart-topping singles.
With "Hold It Against Me," the dialogue surrounding the track mostly deals with the heavy dubstep influence being represented. Dubstep is a subgenre of electronic music best characterized by its proclivity for propulsive percussion, sample clipping, and - perhaps most famously - wobbly, droning, and heavily syncopated bass lines. The production on dubstep tracks is generally very tight and is thrust along with urgency every time the instrumental breakdown hits.
Dubstep takes a lot of cues from preexisting forms of electronic music, including techno, jungle, acid, drum ‘n bass, and – of course – hip-hop (especially with sample clipping and the emphasis on percussive elements). Vocals may be interspersed throughout a track, but tend to be a great deal more on the sparser side compared to vocal trance or trip-hop. Unlike much of music which includes vocals, they are usually not the centerpieces to the actual dubstep tracks themselves.
It’s is hardly a new subgenre, but dubstep is poised for its biggest push into American mainstream when Britney Spears finally introduces dubstep to the rest of the world, even if it is considered a somewhat diluted version. There have been a handful of artists (specifically hip-hop artists) in the last year or so who have bolstered the visibility of certain elements from European style dance and electronic music, including Akon, Taio Cruz, Ludacris, Usher, and Far East Movement with Dev (“Like a G6”). “Hold It Against Me” will be the first time I’ve heard anything as explicitly dubstep as this out in the open, and it features enough of a hip-hop feel for it to be embraced by the club crowd.
It also seems that Britney has Rusko in her corner for this upcoming album (an electronic producer who specializes in radio-friendly dubstep), which actually keeps her vocals as close to the front and center as possible. A lot of elitist dubstep connoisseurs clown on Rusko for that very reason, but as we have learned in the music world time and time again, ease of accessibility always leads to increased visibility, and I think Rusko will end up having the last laugh as far as that goes.
Unsurprisingly, the lyrics are nothing special, and Britney’s voice is heavily sifted through an autotune filter. Her level of artistic input on her records seems to be diminishing as she has gotten older, and little things like that will go a long way toward eroding her longevity as well if she’s not careful. For now, however, it looks like Britney’s got another pending mega-hit on her hands.
Yelawolf is another cat I’ve been listening to more frequently since I heard his eccentric delivery on Big Boi’s Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty this past summer. He’s an Alabaman white rapper with American Indian roots, and while he boasts a lot of similarities with Eminem (he’s focused on precision and quality of lyricism, and wisely showcases his impeccable sense of rhythm and metric timing), he definitely doesn’t sound much like him. Yelawolf’s output up to this point has been unabashedly Southern, and he seems to enjoy switching up his flow in various ways in order to fit the feel and tempo of a track.
I didn’t like him very much at all on the first few listens of the track he shared with Big Boi (“You Ain’t No DJ”), but it was hard to ignore that his verses, while delivered wildly and erratically at a spitfire pace, were well-written. Then I heard his mixtape Trunk Musik 0-60 shortly afterward, and I got to sample a far greater palette of styles that Wolf was capable of. A leaked song featuring an older standby Houston rapper named Trae called “Shit I’ve Seen” is, so far, my favorite thing I’ve heard from Yelawolf, and demonstrates that he has a really good ear for beats as well. I’m not sure if he’ll change the world, but it’s been awhile since I have been genuinely excited about an up-and-comer with actual talent.
Finally, Kanye West and Jay-Z’s first collaborative single “H.A.M.” dropped last week, and I think it’s complete shit. West is definitely using the tide of critical acclaim from the last two months to his advantage by masking his more familiar terrible flow and rhymes beneath the somewhat interesting and sometimes cool production.
I’ve always had a problem with Kanye’s actual rapping for years, and I think a lot of his issues stem from the fact that he doesn’t have an intuitive approach when it comes to interpreting tracks. Since figuring out how to ride a track doesn’t come naturally for him, it makes sense that his best rhymes are usually borne out of months of painstaking writing and brainstorming (the majority of the songwriting on My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy was tolerable and even good at times). His verses on “H.A.M.,” on the other hand, find Kanye drifting back towards mediocrity, as demonstrated by the following wack-ass lines:
Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
And if life a bitch suck my dick, huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin’ quit, nigga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthafucka and I get it
No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me
Or-gy, or are we speaking metaphorically
People have championed Kanye West for being “not your average mainstream rap artist” for the better part of the last decade, but his output from at least the last two years have preoccupied the very lyrical space that people slag hip-hop for in the first place.
[Reserved for Jay Electronica]
(I’m in Jamaica and in a hurry at the moment, so I’ll have to finish the rest of my thoughts later)
Friday, January 7, 2011
Evolution of Media: Hip-Hop Narrative - Entry #8
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Evolution of Media: Hip-Hop Narrative - Entry #7
The recent rash of incarcerations and re-incarcerations of hip-hop stars is starting to both annoy and disillusion me. T.I. has been my favorite rapper for the last 7 years, but his recent trip back into the joint has forced me to revaluate my attitude regarding rap artists whose careers are consistently plagued and beleaguered with breaking the law.
I remember an episode of Growing Pains (at least I think it was that show) where Mike Seaver (Kirk Cameron, if we’re still assuming this is Growing Pains) meets his rock star idol and subsequently discovers that he is a tool bag. His dad, Jason Seaver (Alan Thicke, father of Robin Thicke, weeeeird), caught Mike tearing down posters of his idol and throwing out his records, and he proceeds to tell Mike that, even though that the guy was a douche, he should not let that come between him and his enjoyment of his music.
I’ve always held that advice closely to me, and I’m aware that I probably enjoy and consume a lot of music and movies made by people I would probably hate if I ever met them face to face.
The thing with hip-hop stars, however, is that these people’s serial brushes with the law literally seem never-ending. Their proclivity for violating their various probation terms and outright disregard for the multiple opportunities they receive to rejoin society blows my mind; at that point, it becomes impossible for me to ignore the possibility that not only could you be a douche bag or an idiot (or both). This psychological inability of theirs to kick old, bad habits also has a debilitating effect on their music, as causes all sorts of internal mayhem at record labels in terms of release deadlines and contract fulfillment. Rappers lose their free pass the moment their own idiocy compromises the main thing I care about: their music.
It would be nice to think that since these guys are artists and all, they would be able to channel some sort of lyrical or thematic inspiration from serving time, but so far, these lofty expectations have been a bust. 2Pac has far and away been the only clear exception to the rule (he reportedly wrote much of the outstanding All Eyez on Me during his 11-month prison term for a sexual assault conviction); everyone else, as far as I’m concerned, is on notice.
Even the mention of 2Pac in this case has one glaring caveat: he never managed to fully rehabilitate himself, and ended up being personified by the press as something of a public menace as a result of his increasingly erratic behavior and incivility, all the way up until his murder. So really, this makes 2Pac the best and worst example I could have used to make my case.
Depth of lyrics takes a distant second place to how well put together a track is sonically in my overall considerations as to what I consider good music. I’m no stranger when it comes to fun or disposable pop, and I appreciate it in the same way I appreciate songs sung in Spanish or French; I don’t typically don’t mind or care for whatever is being said as long as it sounds and feels pleasant. Even though my enjoyment of rap is predicated more on the technical side of things (a rapper’s ability to emcee, skill of production, etc.), my enjoyment is inevitably linked back to what these guys are literally saying.
This hasn’t bided well for the personal satisfaction I used to derive from listening to T.I. He’s already framed Paper Trail (2008) in the context of redemption and remorse, right before he went to jail for the second time in his life. Now, T.I.’s in jail again, and we have last month’s unfortunately-titled No Mercy, which means we have entire second round of tales of played-out apologetic bullshit.
The worst part about this is that the comeback album that he originally intended to release (which he ironically called King Uncaged) featured a host of leaks and songs that completely outclassed all the garbage that we eventually ended up with on No Mercy. All those monster tracks are shelved, and who knows when they will see the light of day? It feels as if the window of opportunity for those specific tracks (“I’m Back,” “Yeah Ya Know (Takers),”Ya Hear Me,” etc.) have passed, and even if they ever receive a proper release, I’m not sure I would be able to divorce myself from the sheer stupidity associated with them in order to fully enjoy or appreciate them as I once did.
It really baffles me how even the best and brightest of the pack – 2Pac – was never able to truly break this cycle. Pac was a sharp and talented cat, even academically. Not only was he into classical theatre and a prolific poet, but he was well-read; he was well-versed in political philosophy, and two of my favorite writers (Sun Tzu and Niccolò Machiavelli) were his as well. It’s obvious that all of the literature that 2Pac absorbed over the course of his lifetime informed much of his lyricism, as they often occupied racial, economic, and sociopolitical spaces. There’s absolutely no question that the dude was educated, but it’s also apparent that it didn’t do a damn thing for him in the end, as far as his own sense of self-preservation goes.
I’ve been wrestling and rationalizing contradictions in hip-hop culture for a long time, but if there’s one thing that’s become crystal clear to me after all this time, it’s that rappers need to cut the bullshit and clean up their act. There’s a coming of age in every man’s life where rapping about how you are a product of your environment and blaming bad decisions on one’s poor upbringing is no longer a sufficient excuse.
It’s also really unfortunate that hip-hop culture has more or less institutionalized this kind of cyclical pattern of criminal misconduct, and for what? – All in the name of “staying hood” or “keeping it real?” This problem not only makes question marks over the quality of life in urban/poverty-level areas of the country more pronounced, but it also makes evident the need for a more serious push for prison reform.
“Once a thug, always a thug” doesn’t necessarily have to be the truth, but a notable handful of rappers are doing a hell of a job making a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I came across a couple of news blurbs a couple of days ago stating that both Gucci Mane and his new protégé Waka Flocka Flame were re-incarcerated in completely separate incidents. Gucci just got out of jail himself not too long ago either. Good luck to both of you idiots, and long live the Dirty South.