True Urban Legends

okay, so this has gone on long enough. i tried to ignore the fact that your last three, er, four albums have been kind of lacklustre because i acknowledge that nobody deserves to make money more than you (or common, grumble grumble) but as i have stated publically about mister lynn, i feel that i should still feel something for your music, but hey, that's me, that's my opinion and i'm stating it. to quote lonnie, "just because i don't like it, don't mean that i'm hating." but i will be hating a tiny bit here, but only because it's in the best interest of humanity. now, mister nelson, i let the rapping (did it work for you circa the beginning of the mayte era? no! and it still doesn't) slide with a mere eyebrow raise, and the subject (why are you rapping about rims, man? RIMS?!) matter just prompted a silent yet defeated head shake, but honestly? there is no reason to be talking mess like "i'm not trying to be a hater, i'm the one you want to see" on the new album (i have no idea what the song is called because you didn't provide a track listing! did you not learn from lovesexy that crazy formatting is not a good gimmick?) but it's the one with the seinfeld bass and the one where you go on to talk about shaving legs, oh, it was reminiscent of the  sad day that whitney started singing about caller id. not enough nouns, right? damn. the next track is a nice track, but are you singing about future baby mamas? i know you may not think that anyone is paying attention to your lyrics, but some of us are. you can get away with a lot, (multi-coloured lights and an ocean view), but you're starting to not make sense, even to your diehards...and that bridge is killer, until you realize it's the exact same one from "thieves in the temple", but my ultimate mecca favorite (bigup busta describing mary j) line on the whole non-sensical album is "a mind full of good intentions and a mouth full of raisinettes" on the title track of this rant, "mista goodnight." what the fuck. seriously.

so lately this beverage has been "pop"-ping up everywhere, from my french class bulgarian student's birthday "fete" to elaborate commercials at the movies (don't think i'm over that one yet, dammit, i haven't had tv for ten years now, and they are still infiltrating the movies! grrrr...i may sound bitter, but i'm a reader of poles, man, that's how i get my information!) and i just wanted to put it out there, that this may be another way that coca-cola is infringing on world domination (seriously, the science of sugar and oppression, etc.) ok, so i may be reading too much boondocks. but how much is too much boondocks, really?

i was looking for the inside album cover, because the idea is genius really. it's a shoutout to folks who try with their artwork and for those of us who read credits. (this is in response to john legend screaming out "that was me, LA, that was me too!" at the HOB dvd that i got from the library yesterday...what the kanye haters gotta say about that one?) maybe cats wouldn't have to shout it out if we would take care to note. yep, i sit after in the movies too, credits y'all, one of the forgotten arts.

also, this marks the continuation of my diet common passive resistance. this beyonce's daddy executive produced album is actually pretty pleasing in the phones, it just took me a lil' while to get into it, i guess i wasn't in the right place when it dropped, but dilla lives.

"rap outsold crack". "hip hop is the only shit that provides jobs for people who don't even love it." say WERD.

on the eve of yet another grind date...this is apt.

so, bird doesn't think he's the devil (but timberlake is...) and none of us can get that damn "lost without you" song out of our heads, but it comes full circle when the reggae festival artists are covering him...i wish him luck with all that angst through forehead wrinkles, and hey, he's alan thicke's son, right? but this morning, when i read the recap of the beyonce concert (yep, he opened for her), the Gazette referred to him as "neo-soul", and there needs to be a correction, he is absolutely NOT neo-soul (on a related tangent, why is it that i must hear d'angelo at the Alfie Roberts Institute, and how badass is the song, "shit, damn, muthafucka"?) he is neo- blue-eyed soul, but there really ain't nuthin' new about that. tap dancing, belly dancing, and cirque de soleil with post-hiatus bird calls at kalmunity? run and tell your mama 'bout that.

i don't know whether to be impressed or horrified at this woman's choice of partners, but bigup on the ecclectic nature of love. she's been linked to prince, dennis rodman, and dave navarro, but as i just read in the paparazzi pages last week, she's just split from joan jett....how come they never reported the beginning of this relationship?! joan jett? i guess she's been up to more than substituting for jesus on that dang "what would j do?" merchandise.