Straight to the punchline, son.
Head to torso, player.
-Namakemono
You already knew that I love music in all of its forms. Well, if you didn’t, now you do. So don’t forget it.
I’ve been listening to quite a bit of Wale’s music recently, and to be honest, it’s incredible. Not perfect, not above the some of the particularly trite tropes of hip-hop, but still incredible in a really subtle way. I stopped listening to Wale after Attention Deficit because Ambition didn’t speak to me the same way. Or maybe I was just burned out by Kid Cudi thanks to Man on the Moon II and transferred that over to Wale. My bad. I know I shouldn’t judge one artist for the work of another, but I was going through some things at the time and I had to walk away from everything that kept me in that place.
Anyway, I’ve been hearing “Girls on Drugs” making the rounds everywhere, and it’s Janet Jackson interpolation is incorporated in such an ethereal way that of course, it stuck in my head. Drawn in by the premise, I found myself diving headfirst into the whole Festivus EP, which every now and then in fits and starts drops bits of knowledge that speak to me and the mental space I occupy at the moment. Not to mention that I really appreciate this idea of Festivus, and airing out your grievances. I tend to hold my thoughts and feelings in too hard and for too long, for a number of dysfunctional reasons, and while I find that working with no filter probably won’t get me very far, there is definitely a lot to be gained from developing a balance between tact and being straightforward. I hopped from Festivus into More About Nothing. I wasn’t disappointed. Turns out I fell asleep on the wrong rapper.
-Namakemono
You already knew that I love music in all of its forms. Well, if you didn’t, now you do. So don’t forget it.
September is shaping up to be a month of months for freestyles on New York’s legendary Hip-Hop radio station Hot 97. Over the last week, two absolute gems have surfaced, one brought to us by morning show personality Peter Rosenberg; the other, another burning chapter in the books for none other than Funkmaster Flex.
I’m gonna save the best for last and start out with Childish Gambino’s four and a half minutes with Peter Rosenberg. I’ll let the man talk for himself:
Wow. A solid effort by Gambino, no? He starts off a little shaky, but he manages to find his footing and nails an entertaining off-the-cuff performance.
The Good:
It’s refreshing to see Gambino freestyle while ACTUALLY thinking it up off the top of his head as opposed to reverting to as-yet-unreleased verses – a tactic that is horribly overused these days by artists seeking to avoid exposure for scrolling through lyrics on their smartphones.
The Bad:
Gambino reiterates the same things a few times, but I like that he kept finding new ways to say them. I won’t hold it against him.
The Dafuq?!?:
Gambino drops the N-bomb way more than necessary. Be a little more strategic with that shit, son!
OK
Now it’s time to take a feel trip way back to 2002, because G-Unit came through on Funk Flex’s show and put in some work. I remember these cats used to have a lot of energy and enthusiasm when they first caught the spotlight. Over the years, members have come and gone (often less than amicably), but right here, right now, for just a few minutes in September of 2014, we can pretend that Hip-Hop hasn’t been taken over by emotionally loquacious Canadians with the (mostly) original lineup of G-Unit:
Mmmm, taste that good old-fashioned early-millennium rap right there. That was A LOT to take in, and I’m not even referring to the length of the session!
The Good:
Tony Yayo is still comfortable and solid as ever on the mic, and it shows. Good work Yayo. Also props for staying out of trouble.
Kidd Kidd is the new face of the group, and he’s a little rough around the edges, but the Kidd flows for several minutes and looks quite comfortable doing it. He starts to suffer from the same repetition problem as Gambino, but I’m looking forward to more from him (I know he’s been around for a while with Cash Money, but from what I heard, he is still in need of some development).
50 Cent still has some licks left in him, and even though he tried to get out of spitting, it was good to hear a few lines from him.
LLOYD BANKS. I don’t know why Flex wasn’t dropping bomb after bomb after bomb. Hands down, Banks is the KING of the Hot 97 Freestyle. I don’t care what you say. I don’t care who you cite. Shut up. I have never seen him short change a performance yet, and this time around he was clearly eager to get his lines in. *BOMBBOMBBOMBBOMBBOMBBOMBBOMBBOMBBOMB*
The Bad:
One of these things is not like the other; one of these things DOES NOT BELONG. Can you guess WHO it is? I really want to know who convinced 50 to throw Young Buck a bone this summer. In any case, he really needed it.
The Dafuq?!?:
7:43 “Aeey yo fif- Imma just give ’em one, thas cool??” Poor buck got cuckolded so hard. Damn.
Alright. Until next time,
-Namakemono no Jon
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Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome.
Hi Internet! I wrote a song ten years ago. It’s called Hot Fire. Now that I’m older and not really concerned with impressing you, you can listen to it.
Here you go:
Till next time,
-Namakemono no Jon
Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome.
Hi Internet! So, last night after a brutal lifting session, I came back to my apartment ready to pass out. Instead I said, “Screw it, I’m gonna write a song just for the internet, because, science.” And so I did. A little rough around the edges but hey, it works. It’s very dope. You might even learn something new from it!
P.S.: In case you might happen to wonder what the song is about, look below.
So enjoy, internet – this one is for you. Or don’t, whatever. You’re already here though so you might as well catch all this ear candy (That does not include the vocals, btw, just letting you know this right here is a limited guarantee)!
Actually, you know what, just listen to the one on the bottom if you can’t stand my voice. What can I say, I’m an instrumentalist, not a vocalist. Plus I just took twelve hours (entertaining myself) to entertain you!
-Namakemono
Just so you know, it’s going to be a bit before I get into the meat and potatoes here (and you read the point, which I’ve articulated in the title) because I’d like to take a bit of space and explain my opinion of the behemoth that is the Grammys and how I feel about awards shows in general. Now then:
Sunday Night’s Grammy awards ceremony was the type of show that some folks would call memorable, featuring your typical “star-studded” performances, “touching” acceptance speeches, and even Pharrell’s bizarro hat (which magically became self-aware halfway through the show, quickly thereafter establishing its own Twitter account). Earnestly speaking, there were a number of entertaining moments – bursts of passion and wit interlaced with nostalgia and panache – that will hijack the zeitgeist for weeks to come (at least until the Oscars mounts its campaign to upstage and outdo).
Now, I’m not a fan of awards shows and the Grammys are no exception to this rule. I don’t hate music or the celebration of passionate artists and incredible talent; however, for me, watching an awards show is a bit too similar to self-flagellation. The acceptances all feel trite, especially when winners feel obligated to name drop everyone they have encountered since birth; the performances are canned and irrelevant (although to my pleasant surprise Beyoncé performance was incredibly sexy and mesmerizing to watch, as was Pink’s Cirque du Soleil routine), and the fashion and drama always upstage the actual art itself.
Perhaps the worst part of an industry award ceremony such as the Grammys is the lack of impartiality demonstrated when selecting nominees and winners. For example, Hattie McDaniel, the first Black Oscar winner, received the award ten years after the tradition began, and it was fully 24 years before another Black person would win (Best Actor by Sidney Poitier; another significant first). The issue standing between non-white nominees and victory was not talent, but a lack of respect and recognition, and it still plagues today’s Academy Awards (and will likely be a prime factor should Steve McQueen fail to win Best Director this year).
From a Grammy-centric perspective, a prime example would be the 1989 upset in the Best Hard Rock/ Metal Performance category that saw Jethro Tull win out over Metallica, exposing the flaws of the voting process. At the time, Metallica was arguably the face of Metal and had been pushing and expanding the genre by leaps and bounds with every release. Unfortunately for them, Grammy voters were disconnected from the state of Hard Rock and Metal in 1989 and did not take into account the meaning of the newly created category, leading to misclassified prog rockers Tull taking the award.
The 2014 awards saw a similar situation happen to up-and-coming rapper Kendrick Lamar, who arguably (and hands-down, in my opinion) released the best Hip-Hop album of 2013. Lamar was nominated in 7 categories, most importantly Best New Artist, Album of the Year, and Best Rap Song. His elevation to Hip-Hop legend was halted in its tracks when another fresh face, Macklemore, swept the rap category.
Let’s not deny Macklemore his due; the Seattle rapper (along with his creative partner Ryan Lewis) put together one of the most popular albums of 2013, and several of the songs on the album became hits. His hard work and persistence has paid off, and he is more than entitled to enjoy his success. However, insofar as his brand compares to Lamar’s, he is more mainstream-friendly and his style invites crossover appeal as much as his skin color does. The widespread recognition of Macklemore as a brand, combined with out of touch voting procedures means that in all likelihood, his work was judged less for its artistic merit and more for his popularity (the same can be said of Lamar’s case as well, with less appealing results).
Judging the artists upon their body of work alone, the Professor presents a more laid back and tempered flow than K.Dot, although his lyrics are imbued with passion and feel genuinely meaningful to him. The music behind his words is generally poppy and anthemic, and overall, Macklemore stands firmly in hipster territory (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing; it’s just his thing).
K.Dot, on the other hand, is like the only soldier of a one man army, on a mission to shake the Hip-Hop world to its core, and rebuild it in his image of perfection, or burn out trying. His flow can be tender in one verse and blunt in the next; laid-back and comical, or acutely intellectual. K.Dot has a very focused brand of intensity, and knows how and where to push his listeners’ buttons to hit them with a wall of sound reminiscent of Nas and the stripped down, fit lady that Hip-Hop once was. Between these two artists, in terms of creating an experience that must be, well, experienced, and pushing rap as an art form, Kendrick Lamar is firmly in the lead.
Of course, a Grammy represents more than just technical proficiency; it is the type of award which takes the entire performer, intangibles and all, into account. Because of this, despite whatever shortcomings anyone (myself included) may perceive in Macklemore’s musical abilities, the sum total of his brand stands on equal footing with Lamar’s (and the other nominated performers as well), at least in the Album of the Year and Best Rap Song categories.
Indeed, the biggest disservice to Lamar came in a category which superseded Hip-Hop: Best New Artist. Not only was Lamar featured in collaborations with a number of popular artists of various genres, he also delivered some of the most lyrically and musically appealing songs released in 2013. And then there was “Control.” In one fell swoop, Lamar put the Hip-Hop world on notice that he was going to fight tooth-and-nail to create his legacy, even if that meant destroying a few in the process.
Lamar specifically took aim at a number of popular artists (including some he counts as friends), and did so with an immaculate clarity and intensity that any of them would find hard to counter. Instead of playing second fiddle as a guest on Big Sean’s summer hit, Lamar stole the spotlight and delivered (in my opinion) the best 32 bars of the year, hands down. That said, I believe that Lamar demonstrated the greatest potential and presented the most entertaining and meaningful brand, and for this effort if nothing more, he deserved to receive Best New Artist, especially over Macklemore.
Fortunately for everyone, the future looks very bright for K.Dot – if he can continue to release high quality material, and push his own and others’ limits (and all indications are that he can and will), he will receive every bit of recognition due him sooner rather than later.
As far as Macklemore is concerned, well, his next step should be to STOP apologizing for beating Kendrick Lamar. In the end a win is a win. Listen to what the Professor himself had to say to Hot 97’s Peter Rosenberg about the whole Grammys blowout situation:
-Namakemono
Last weekend, through a warm and friendly haze of ale, as I reminisced with old friends about times past, we happened to talk about a favorite song of ours coming up (growing up? Back in the day? As young pups? 成長した時?,いいから続きなせ!), and how we used to play it until it was like poison to our ears. Basking in the confidence-building glow of all that grog, I made some promises, which I fully intended to keep, but my ambition got the best of me.
Had groggy Jon realized how much of a damn perfectionist sober Jon is, he would have known that three days to play a song wasn’t going to cut it (sorry, that particular promise was doomed from the start!), no no, not with all the clipping and cutting, the editing, finding the right tones, delicately recording, neurotically rerecording and laying more and more instrumental tracks required simply to get ever more accurate and as close to the original song of legend as possible, no no no. Three days was indeed three days too early! But I am pleased to say that the result of all of this is quite pleasant, in my opinion.
The song is In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3. The band is Coheed and Cambria. The guitars, bass, and whatever else you may purport to hear in this iteration is all me; the result of a bit of practice and a manic 20 some odd hour recording session. It’s always an honor to do my best in the service of a Coheed song and irreplaceable memories. Take a listen! Get your sing on! Grab your instrument of choice and wail away with me! But especially, definitely, listen, please!
(Just to cover my butt, I DO NOT own the copyrighted work and materials of the legendary gods that are Coheed and Cambria, and certainly hope that they shall refrain from hurting me or my wallet in retaliation for paying tribute!)
-Namakemono