<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123</id><updated>2011-12-31T19:03:54.189-08:00</updated><category term='will.i.am'/><category term='the neptunes'/><category term='g unit'/><category term='new york rap'/><category term='fatlip'/><category term='bun b'/><category term='Jada'/><category term='lloyd banks'/><category term='david banner'/><category term='rick ross'/><category term='gnarls barkley'/><category term='big boi'/><category term='ne-yo'/><category term='ny rap'/><category term='pharcyde'/><category term='jeezy'/><category term='Chamillionaire'/><category term='ugk'/><category term='B.o.B'/><category 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or Love It</title><subtitle type='html'>The non-CK music opinions of Jonathan Tjarks, erstwhile music critic for the Austin-American Statesman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-7810908313597250437</id><published>2010-12-03T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:41:13.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West -- My Dark Twisted Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61F4gZn0x%2BL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;5/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros: &lt;/b&gt;Up there with "College Dropout" as the best album of Kanye's career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;/b&gt;Don't expect any apologies for his behavior and general lack of common sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/b&gt;Assholes -- and douchebags -- finish first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the Lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zmkohus05A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zmkohus05A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Runaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm5iA4Zupek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm5iA4Zupek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My full review of the album is available at &lt;a href="http://www.suite101.com/content/kobe-bryant-vs-lebron-james-how-the-lion-king-explains-the-nba-a316005"&gt;Suite 101&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-7810908313597250437?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-135609554527125130</id><published>2010-10-06T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:50:49.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boi'/><title type='text'>Big Boi -- Sir Luscious Leftfoot: The Diary of Chico Dusty</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51TwRD3rJpL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="Sir Lucious Left Foot... The Son of Chico Dusty" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;3.5/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;  Retains Outkast's brashly experimental style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;  Bloated guest-list can't replace star-power of Andre 3000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt;  Album shows Outkast isn't a one man-band but also why Andre has been the front-man all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shine Blockas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnbO8GE4V5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnbO8GE4V5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be Still&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxV5Y6UufU8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxV5Y6UufU8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Big Boi has been known as the other guy from Outkast for most of his career. Even a #1 single (“The Way You Move”) couldn’t get him out of Andre 3000’s considerable shadow, not with “Hey Ya” on the same double album. His new solo album “Sir Lucious Leftfoot: The Son of Chico Dusty” was stuck in label purgatory for four years, an ignominious fate for someone whose sold more than 25 million records worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But his relative anonymity has never been due to a lack of talent. His pinpoint breath control allows him to flow over almost any type of beat, something he takes full advantage of on “Sir Lucious Leftfoot.” He is as comfortable rapping over the laid-back soul sample of “Shine Blockas” (“the penmanship is so legit / I came equipped like an prophylactic”) as he is spewing syllables in rapid-fire fashion (“they got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas”) on club songs like “Shutterbug.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is an almost infinite variety of musical influences on the album, befitting the experimental style Outkast is known for. A top-notch production team, headlined by longtime collaborators Organized Noise, adds many musical touches, from electronic synthesizers to funk guitars, trumpets and orchestras, not often seen on a Southern rap album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like many rappers used to being in a group, Big Boi seems uncomfortable performing by himself. He recruited a bloated guest-list in place of Andre 3000, who was barred from appearing because of label politics. Of the album’s 15 songs, 12 have guest appearances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sheer number of guests and musical styles prevents Big Boi from putting his stamp on the album. On tracks like “Be Still,” a jazz-influenced ballad with Janelle Monae where he has only one verse, he feels like a guest on his own song. While Big Boi has the skills to be a star in his own right, “Sir Lucious Leftfoot” shows he might be more comfortable in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-135609554527125130?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/135609554527125130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-boi-sir-luscious-leftfoot-diary-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/135609554527125130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/135609554527125130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-boi-sir-luscious-leftfoot-diary-of.html' title='Big Boi -- Sir Luscious Leftfoot: The Diary of Chico Dusty'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-3936619085165053855</id><published>2010-10-06T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:41:15.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eminem'/><title type='text'>Eminem -- Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41agn4lMDDL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="Recovery" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;2.5/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;  A sober Eminem takes an honest look at what drug abuse did to his career and his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;  After six albums, Eminem's mining of his personal demons feels repetitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:  &lt;/b&gt;Eminem's skills are back, now he just needs to figure out something new to rap about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not Afraid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5-yKhDd64s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5-yKhDd64s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love The Way You Lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Almost as soon as MTV began playing "My Name Is", Eminem became a star.  Fans and critics alike were fascinated by his contradictions -- the blue-eyed and blonde-haired white kid who look like a suburbanite yet rapped like an inner-city youth; the introspective word-smith who flew into rages of misogyny and homophobia.  Everyone wanted to know more about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And over three wildly successful albums, het let us in.  He painstakingly mined every aspect of his personal life for musical material.  His life was an open book, his music a journal that all of America read.  Audiences knew his wife, his mother and his daughter as well as they knew him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But after the release of his semi-autobiographical movie “8 Mile”, Eminem faced a problem familiar to any memoir writer.  He made his career by telling the story of his life, but now there was no longer any story left to tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So he turned to drugs for creative inspiration.  The result, as he admits at the beginning of his latest album “Recovery”, was a disaster: “Hit my bottom so hard I bounced twice / Suffice this time around / The last two albums didn’t count / Encore I was on drugs / Relapse I was flushing ‘em out.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What then would a sober Eminem rap about?  “Recovery”, 17 self-loathing songs about the life of a depressed rap star, shows he still can’t look outside of himself.  Fame and depression seem to have shrunk his world to the confines of his rap studio, and what at first sounds like self-reflection quickly becomes self-absorption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The music matches the album’s dreary tone: dark beats with ominous instrumentation and far too many of his own attempts at singing.  Not even a Lil’ Wayne assisted sample of Haddaway’s “What is Love” can bring much levity to the proceedings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On “25 to Life”, he compares his relationship with rap to that of a battered spouse and fantasizes about leaving it behind: “Don’t think I’m loyal? / All I can do is rap / How can I moonlight on the side? / I have no life outside of that.”  The irony is until he can find a life apart from rap, he will have distressingly little to actually rap about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-3936619085165053855?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3936619085165053855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/10/eminem-recovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/3936619085165053855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/3936619085165053855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/10/eminem-recovery.html' title='Eminem -- Recovery'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-4411189176400290177</id><published>2010-06-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:03:12.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damian marley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nas'/><title type='text'>Nas &amp; Damian Marley -- Distant Relatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41-X%2BPEk5eL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="Distant Relatives" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;  Rapping about Africa and black unity?  Right in Nas' wheelhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:  &lt;/b&gt;Nothing you haven't heard before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt;  Nas &amp;amp; Marley are a great musical tandem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong Will Continue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M07_mUF-drQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M07_mUF-drQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;In His Own Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKIqpJ1-jK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKIqpJ1-jK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Distant Relatives", Nas' recently released collaboration album with the reggae singer Damian Marley, sounds like the album he always wanted to make.  Rather than drumming up controversy with an eye-catching title ("Hip Hop Is Dead" or "Untitled" -- originally a racial epithet), there's an outline of Africa on the cover and a nod to the shared roots of blacks worldwide.  There is little effort to chase trends, with only one big-name guest (Lil' Wayne) and Marley handling the entirety of the production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After first working together on 2005's "Road to Zion", the duo share an easy musical chemistry.  Both emphasize socially conscious teams, and the slower pace of Marley's music blends well with Nas' lyrically intensive style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On songs like "Strong Will Continue", with Nas and Marley going back and forth over slowly building drums and snares that merge into a reggae chorus, the blending of the two styles feels natural.  Indeed Nas sounds more comfortable over Marley's reggae-tinged guitars than the club-influenced sound of modern rap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's content with who he is, someone who "survived spiritual wars, see my welts / walking through the valley of the shadow of death / New York to Cali for money, power and respect."  On one level the album is a celebration of survival in the music industry without sacrificing artistic credibility, as Nas pats himself on the back for "having more value cuz I rapped about more than just a gun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing too groundbreaking about what they are saying -- the economic injustice of modern society and the necessity of overcoming negative cultural messages.  But as they outline on the gospel influenced "Count Your Blessings", both are happy to be be able to say it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-4411189176400290177?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4411189176400290177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/06/nas-damian-marley-distant-relatives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4411189176400290177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4411189176400290177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/06/nas-damian-marley-distant-relatives.html' title='Nas &amp; Damian Marley -- Distant Relatives'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2329499755059603242</id><published>2010-05-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:18:39.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.o.B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>B.o.B -- The Adventures of Bobby Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61ittacn%2BeL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="B.o.B Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray [Explicit]" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; 4/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;  Sounds like a mix of Andre 3000, Kid Cudi and T.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;  B.o.B is still figuring out what he wants to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt;  A promising debut album from a young rapper with unlimited potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Airplanes, Part II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ4QmOGMiiI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ4QmOGMiiI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvLUm105ZBQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvLUm105ZBQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most rappers' first albums revolve around their lives before music.  They usually don't become disillusioned with the fame until albums two or three.  &lt;i&gt;The Adventures of Bobby Ray&lt;/i&gt; accelerates this process; it's the debut of a 21-year old rapper who somehow already sounds jaded and world-weary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Atlanta rapper named for the Outkast single "Bombs over Baghdad", he was signed to a record label soon after finishing high school at age 17.  He made a name for himself on the mix-tape circuit and landed a cover of XXL, but remained in label purgatory for years.  This despite frequent comparisons to Andre 3000, with whom he shares a similar eclectic musical taste and the ability to carry a tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, as he laments, it takes more than talent to succeed: "Somebody take me back to the days / Back when I was rapping for the hell of it / Can I get a wish to end the politics / and get back to the music that started this."  While the existential angst of stardom is hardly a new topic for musicians, it's rather rare for a musician not yet a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Adventures of Bobby Ray&lt;/i&gt;, with the #1 single "Nothing on You", could change that.  It's similar to Andre 3000's &lt;i&gt;The Love Below, &lt;/i&gt;with B.o.B going back forth smoothly between singing and rapping over a diverse array of instruments, from guitars to pianos and synthesizers.  He has both a natural ear for melodies and the ability to rap with big-name guests like Lupe Fiasco ("Past My Shades"), Eminem ("Airplanes, Part II") and label boss T.I. ("Bet I").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Throughout, he showcases a layer of introspection and self-doubt unusual for a rapper.  He pleads on the intro "that what comes up must come down/ so don't let me fall."  On "Airplanes", he compares airplanes to shooting stars and wishes upon them that "everyone know my name / and everywhere I go people want to hear me sing / And I just dropped my new album / on my first week did 500,000."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In this climate, no rapper is guaranteed even a second album anymore, not even someone as talented as B.o.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-2329499755059603242?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2329499755059603242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/05/bob-adventures-of-bobby-ray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2329499755059603242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2329499755059603242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/05/bob-adventures-of-bobby-ray.html' title='B.o.B -- The Adventures of Bobby Ray'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-1344909505365764780</id><published>2010-04-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:12:38.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usher'/><title type='text'>Usher -- Raymond v. Raymond</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51osN8ieUnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="Raymond v. Raymond" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;2.5/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros: &lt;/b&gt;An interesting take on how celebrity affects relationships in the 21rst century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;/b&gt;Usher not exactly breaking any new ground musically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Guilty (ft. T.I.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RJs3bgxln4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RJs3bgxln4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rh85cf7jeU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rh85cf7jeU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just as Usher is releasing his sixth album, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; has become fascinated with the train-wreck quality of celebrity divorces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It’s fortuitous timing, because there may be no one more qualified to comment on the marital woes of Tiger Woods and Sandra Bullock than the R&amp;amp;B lothario slowly creeping into his 30’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The success of his biggest album (2004’s “Confessions”) in part stemmed from the pulled-from-the-headlines quality of some of his biggest songs, which revolved around him cheating on TLC singer Chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the years since, Usher has begun to see the downside of giving the world a bird’s eye view to his personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; 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"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As in “Confessions”, most of “Raymond v. Raymond” revolves around a failed relationship, this time a short-lived marriage with his hair-dresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Once again, he has a confessional song over dark pianos about his infidelity (“Foolin Around”).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And while he still acknowledges his culpability (“I guess it’s just the man in me / blame it on the celebrity / But it’s really just my fears / And it don’t try your tears”), he is far less self-critical than he was six years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Instead he resigns himself to the inevitability of his actions, throwing his hands up at the very idea of fidelity: “I guess I’m guilty for wanting to be in the club / I guess I’m guilty because girls always want to show me love / I guess I’m guilty for living and having a little fun.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And maybe in the world before TMZ, the look-the-other-way model of marital relations Usher proposes was feasible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or as T.I. put it more bluntly on “I’m Guilty”, he has an “alibi” for cheating on his girl: the nice things he buys her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But the celebrity-obsessed tabloid environment makes it nearly impossible for Usher’s new bride to ignore his actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; 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"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The combination of a singer single-mindedly focused on sex (the main thrust of every song and seemingly the only thing he looks for in women), the numbers of readily available women “who like [messing around] with a star” and marital commitment looks doomed to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So why, as an ESPN reporter asked Tiger Woods, get married in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It’s a question that Usher, singing about being “ready to sign them [divorce] papers”, can’t answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-1344909505365764780?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1344909505365764780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/04/usher-raymond-v-raymond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/1344909505365764780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/1344909505365764780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/04/usher-raymond-v-raymond.html' title='Usher -- Raymond v. Raymond'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-6437538932692859034</id><published>2010-03-08T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:06:50.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludacris'/><title type='text'>Ludacris -- Battle of the Sexes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YqJXmvEHL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="Battle Of The Sexes" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;3/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros: &lt;/b&gt;"Battle of the Sexes" is a return to Ludacris' strengths as a party and club rapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Nothing he hasn't done before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt; Ludacris makes an album sure to get heavy spins in the club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everybody Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPWM2y2EdVc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPWM2y2EdVc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Know You Got A Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ew8udpPnl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ew8udpPnl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Ludacris' new album &lt;i&gt;Battle of the Sexes&lt;/i&gt; was supposed to be a duet album between him and Shawnna, a female rapper signed to his DTP label.  So when Shawnna left the label last year in a contract dispute, Ludacris expanded the idea to collaborating with female rappers in general, with the idea to showcase a feminine perspective severely lacking in modern rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;But while collaborations like "Hey Ho" talk about sexual double standards and "BOTS Radio" give relationship advice, the vast majority of this supposedly forward-thinking concept album is actually a return to Ludacris' roots.  Hip-hop's premier jester tried to inject gravitas into his last few albums, dabbling in social consciousness and self-consciously trying to thrust himself into the conversation of 'great' rappers.  He was Jim Carrey in "Truman Show" and "The Majestic".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Battle of the Sexes&lt;/i&gt; makes no such pretenses of artistic depth.  It's an album revolving around partying, clubbing and sex.  Over screwed and chopped samples and pulsing beats, Ludacris sweet-talks women ("I Know You Got A Man"), parties all night ("Party No Mo'", "I Do It All Night") and brings them back to his room ("Sex Room").  His tongue is planted firmly in cheek throughout: "Get your money right ladies, write your own checks / But don't call me after midnight unless we're  having sex."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free from trying to impress anybody or being something he is not, Ludacris is having the most fun he's had in a long time.  His hit single "How Low" is designed for booty-shaking contests at a night-club.  On "Sexting", he busts out a Tiger Woods impression and raps in text message abbreviations: "haha, omg, lol / kit, smiley faces, x and o's / l-m-f-a-o."  And because Ludacris' style often works better over one verse than a whole song anyway, "Battle of the Sexes" still gives a good platform for female rappers both old (Lil' Kim, Eve) and young (Nikki Minaj, Diamond from Crime Mobb).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returning to the same role he had played before on "Yes Man" didn't give Jim Carrey an Oscar, but the movie was one of the biggest hits of 2008.  Similarly, an album like &lt;i&gt;Battle of the Sexes&lt;/i&gt; won't win a Grammy, but judging from the popularity of its singles, especially in comparison to those of &lt;i&gt;Theatre of the Mind&lt;/i&gt;, it is what the people want from Ludacris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-6437538932692859034?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6437538932692859034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/03/ludacris-battle-of-sexes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6437538932692859034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6437538932692859034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2010/03/ludacris-battle-of-sexes.html' title='Ludacris -- Battle of the Sexes'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-9001117816270024512</id><published>2009-12-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:16:52.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Rihanna -- Rated R</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51lRzdD1-pL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="Rated R" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros: &lt;/b&gt;"Rated R" should continue Rihanna's streak of smash hit singles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;/b&gt;Her reliance on song-writers leaves the album's intended message vague and unclear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt; Rihanna rebounds from personal struggles to remain one of the biggest stars in music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard (ft. Jeezy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uyHFXZ9BuU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uyHFXZ9BuU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;Fire Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0QYnoZIPpU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0QYnoZIPpU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no way to review Rihanna's new album &lt;i&gt;Rated R&lt;/i&gt; without mentioning Chris Brown.  After what happened earlier this year, their relationship is the proverbial elephant in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lead single "Russian Roulette" ("Know that I must pass this test / So I just pull the trigger") and its dark metaphor for love? The anthemic songs about how great she is on her own and the reflective ballads about love that every R&amp;amp;B album has? While she rarely explicits mentions their relationship, almost everything about &lt;i&gt;Rated R&lt;/i&gt; could be plausibly be interpreted to be about Brown in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unfortunate, because &lt;i&gt;Rated R&lt;/i&gt; should be judged on its own merits.  Rihanna has become one of the most consistent hit-makers in pop music, and this album continues that trend.  Five or six songs could easily be top 10 singles -- from the Jeezy- and Slash-assisted club smashes ("Hard" and "Rockstar 101" respectively) to the slower ballads ("Fire Bomb" and "Te Amo") and songs that ably mix both styles ("Photographs" and "Wait Your Turn").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost every one of the album's 12 songs has a strong, memorable and catchy chorus.  A superstar group of producers and songwriters -- headlined by StarGate, the team behind "So Sick" and "Unfaithful" -- give Rihanna a varied musical backdrop (from slow pianos to R&amp;amp;B-tinged guitars and electronic club music) that still fits together cohesively.  This allows Rihanna to stretch herself as a singer like she never has before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rated R&lt;/i&gt; should only further establish Rihanna as one of music's pre-eminent superstars.  And as for Chris Brown, maybe that's the only message she needs to send -- success is still the best revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-9001117816270024512?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/9001117816270024512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/12/rihanna-rated-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/9001117816270024512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/9001117816270024512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/12/rihanna-rated-r.html' title='Rihanna -- Rated R'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-24290859117972153</id><published>2009-12-23T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:13:46.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbaland'/><title type='text'>Timbaland -- Shock Value II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61102OgEzEL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="Shock Value 2" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;5/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros: &lt;/b&gt;One of the best producers in the last 20 years creates a futuristic new sound combining R&amp;amp;B, rock, rap and pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;/b&gt;He doesn't have much on his mind besides partying and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt; Timbaland's long-awaited musical masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marching On (ft. One Republic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr7foA4qrXM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr7foA4qrXM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;Tomorrow in a Bottle (ft. Chad Kroeger and Sebastian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Yajgm_Yb-c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Yajgm_Yb-c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Before the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shock Value&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt; series, Timbaland never had a signature CD as a solo artist, unlike fellow superstar producers like Dr. Dre and Kanye West.  Producers can showcase their talent in that setting, free to unleash their creative id without compromise and look for inspiration in unlikely places.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shock Value II&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt; is the CD Timbaland has been building his entire career toward, the work of a great musician at the top of his game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After more than a decade of consistent success, he doesn't need to justify his musical decisions. &lt;i&gt;Shock Value II&lt;/i&gt; reflects that -- featuring everyone from Daughtry and Chad Kroeger to Miley Cyrus, the Fray, Drake and Justin Timberlake.  Timbaland tweaks the music for each artist but keeps a consistent sound -- a futuristic mash-up of R&amp;amp;B, rock, pop and rap destined to be copied endlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And with such a diverse and talented guest-list, the album feels like a compilation CD of the year's biggest hits.  Nearly every song could conceivably be released as a single; in theory he could have a big hit in four different genres -- rap ("Say Something"), rock ("Marching On or "Long Way Down"), pop ("Undertow" or "Lose Control" ) and R&amp;amp;B ("Carry Out").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For the most part, each song celebrates a different aspect of how great he (and his guests) are.  Drake pokes fun at girls from his past ("I should wanna go back to the one I started with / But I'm addicted to this life it's gonna be hard to quit") while Daughtry reminisces on his meteoric ascent ("I hear it's such a long way down / And the climb back up is something I can do without").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Timbaland serves as a unifying force, as a DJ introducing each act while occasionally delivering a rap verse.  He's nowhere near as talented on the mic as Dre and Kanye, but he doesn't detract from the music.  He doesn't have much to say: "It you assume my life is wonderful, then y'all right" is about as introspective as he gets on &lt;i&gt;Shock Value II&lt;/i&gt;.  It's an album designed to play from start to finish at a house party, and it will many times over the next few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-24290859117972153?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/24290859117972153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/12/timbaland-shock-value-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/24290859117972153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/24290859117972153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/12/timbaland-shock-value-ii.html' title='Timbaland -- Shock Value II'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2257307249420490195</id><published>2009-11-17T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:14:16.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent'/><title type='text'>50 Cent -- Before I Self-Destruct</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51IwAwMvJ%2BL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="Before I Self Destruct (CD + DVD)" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; 2/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro: &lt;/b&gt;50 eschews recent pop-music flirtations and returns to roots as a gangster rapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con: &lt;/b&gt;Minimalist album (no big guests outside of Shady/Aftermath and first single "Baby By Me") highlights 50's flaws as a rapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; 50 hasn't been relevant since "I Get Money"; &lt;i&gt;B4ISD&lt;/i&gt; won't change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psycho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22RQXlvtDjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22RQXlvtDjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, You're Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1_5yWst-p8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1_5yWst-p8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 Cent tries to reconnect with his gangster rap roots on his new album &lt;i&gt;Before I Self Destruct&lt;/i&gt;.  Besides a few Dre tracks and the lead single "Baby By Me", the album has a consistent and monotonous sound -- harshly melodic beats with hard pianos and drums behind them.  With no other guest rappers besides Eminem, the album rests entirely on 50's shoulders.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a bright spotlight does him no favors.  He rarely switches up his flow, mostly sticking with the same gravelly sing-song rhyme scheme that sounds like he's talking out of one side of his mouth.  And he's certainly not the cleverest lyricist, using lazy metaphors like "I've got more guns than a gun store" and "I'm like Will Smith in Pursuit of Happyness; in my hood we hustle in pursuit of the same shit."  Eminem out-raps him so badly on "Psycho" it's embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;B4ISD&lt;/i&gt; is a full-throated return to the hardcore lyrics of his underground years: "You want some, come get some / It's murder one when you see my gun / I just squeeze and squeeze till the whole clip done / You just bleed and bleed until the police come."  That's the most surprising part of the album -- 50 has made hundreds of millions of dollars over the past seven years, yet he doesn't sound very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason girls sleep with him is to "have a baby by me and be a millionaire."  Even his usually witty one-liners are tinged with bitterness -- banished G-Unit members Young Buck and Game are a "junkie" and a "queer" respectively.  The scars from a messy custody battle with the mother of his son are still fresh: "She don't care about me, she just wants some cash / I'm thinking damn girl we used to be friends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anytime he shows any vulnerability, he quickly scrambles back to the psychological safety of the gangster pose.  He mentions the pain he felt when his mother blamed him for the missing furniture of his crack-head uncle stole, then immediately boasts "he pistol-whipped that (expletive) till his face was purple" to retaliate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As "Psycho" shows, a rapper as talented as Eminem and a producer as talented as Dre can make great music about nothing, but 50 doesn't have nearly the skill of his mentors.  He spends most of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;B4ISD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; trying to scare us, when it really sounds like he just needs a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-2257307249420490195?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2257307249420490195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-cent-before-i-self-destruct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2257307249420490195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2257307249420490195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-cent-before-i-self-destruct.html' title='50 Cent -- Before I Self-Destruct'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-7789409584234845475</id><published>2009-11-16T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:08:06.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay-z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Jay Z -- The Blueprint 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/512U9jvcvTL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="The Blueprint 3 [Explicit]" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro: &lt;/b&gt;The best-produced album since his comeback, &lt;i&gt;BP3&lt;/i&gt; is Jay's triumphant return to the throne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con: &lt;/b&gt;Jay's self-absorption and navel-gazing can wear over an entire album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/b&gt;A worthy heir to the original &lt;i&gt;Blueprint&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sekvzOLYnD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sekvzOLYnD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;Empire State of Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aqz47TtMTyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aqz47TtMTyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On BP3, Jay-Z boasts he's gone "from Brooklyn to down in Tribeca next to DeNiro."  He's gone from bragging about how many bricks he moved out the back of his trunk to bragging about how good his seats were at the Pacquaio fight.  But no matter the change in lifestyle, the underlying message remains the same: Jay-Z is still pretty damn impressed with Jay-Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dubbing himself "the new Sinatra," he raps over a series of glossy, high-budget beats full of live instrumentation -- strings, trumpets and hand-claps.  It's the best production he's gotten since his comeback from retirement in 2006.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BP3&lt;/i&gt; follows in the vein of his first 10 solo albums -- all of which, he reminds us, have "gone No. 1"; all morphing his life (teenage drug dealer "called a camel" to multi-millionaire CEO married to the world's biggest pop star) into a Charles Dickens story.  On "Empire State of Mind" he takes a contemplative ride in his new Lexus through the McDonald's parking lot in Harlem where he bought drugs to an old apartment where he stashed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no hint of the actual person behind the narrative he has constructed, nothing separating Sean Carter from Jay-Z.  He only gets emotional when discussing his career, addressing the fans and critics "who want [Jay] to fall from the top" on song ("Hate") after song ("What We Talking About") after song ("Already Home") after song ("Reminder").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He notes he's "in the hall already, people compare me to Biggie and Pac already, like I'm gone already."  The guest list is another glimpse at his mortality: Where the first &lt;i&gt;Blueprint&lt;/i&gt; had only one guest appearance, the third is filled with big-name artists (Alicia Keyes, Kanye, Jeezy and Rihanna) and newcomers like Drake and Kid Cudi.  His first attempt at a comeback single -- the bombastic "DOA" which called for an end to the auto-tune phenomenon a year after it had already peaked -- was met with shrugs.  Kanye and Rihanna overshadow him on the first single "Run This Town", a drastic role reversal from only five years ago, when he was the biggest name on their debut albums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album closes with a melodramatic sample of an 80's glam-rock synthesizer balled called "Young Forever."  But no one actually does, not even Jay-Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-7789409584234845475?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7789409584234845475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/11/jay-z-blueprint-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7789409584234845475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7789409584234845475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/11/jay-z-blueprint-3.html' title='Jay Z -- The Blueprint 3'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-6523639109454161915</id><published>2009-11-16T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:09:07.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jada'/><title type='text'>Jadakiss -- The Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51hd7qbVEmL._SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;2/5 stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jadakiss sticks with the same formula that made him a mixtape legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt; He hasn't grown as a rapper in almost a decade, making him sound anachronistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt;  If you liked his last two albums (which you probably didn't), this won't be too disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What If&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DSyaHQNPDY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DSyaHQNPDY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grind Hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hydESn4zVJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hydESn4zVJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Jadakiss first made a name for himself when his rap group LOX released a moving tribute to their label mate Biggie Smalls.  But in the decade since, rap has increasingly shifted away from the New York mix-tape scene and its emphasis on hardcore street rhymes.  Or as Jadakiss tells it "rappers is more commercially successful now but the heart's a lot weaker."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So how can one of Biggie's contemporaries remain relevant in 2009?  The first single "By My Side" features a hook from Ne-Yo and an appearance from Lil' Wayne.  But their fans aren't going to remember a rapper who hasn't had an album out in five years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jada's last album (2004's &lt;i&gt;Kiss of Death&lt;/i&gt;) was carried by the unexpected success of "Why", an eclectic collection of rhetorical questions.  So he tries to catch lightning in a bottle twice with "What If", a duet with Nas where they ponder Mayan prophecies, Michael Vick and Hurricane Katrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rather than actual songs, both singles are more like freestyles, stream-of-consciousness raps where an artist is given license to ramble as long as they produce the occasional witty line.  There's a similarity to his years of work on the mix-tape scene, where his raspy baritone made him a legend.  But ask him to carry an idea for four minutes and you're in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of &lt;i&gt;The Last Kiss&lt;/i&gt; revolves around aimless tough talk and idle boasting without any coherent song structure.  So when Jada does attempt something different ("every good woman needs a thug"), it's so out of place that it seems contrived.  It's the same fundamental problem that ruined his previous two solo albums, which even he admitted were uninspired.   And in this climate, &lt;i&gt;The Last Kiss&lt;/i&gt; is probably his last chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-6523639109454161915?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6523639109454161915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/11/jadakiss-last-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6523639109454161915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6523639109454161915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2009/11/jadakiss-last-kiss.html' title='Jadakiss -- The Last Kiss'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-6973162309745481757</id><published>2008-12-18T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:48:03.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the neptunes'/><title type='text'>Common -- Universal Mind Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSE7cPbDlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s0WgcIDfzB4/s1600-h/universal+mind+control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSE7cPbDlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s0WgcIDfzB4/s320/universal+mind+control.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279490819913092690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro: &lt;/span&gt;Some of the liveliest music of his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con: &lt;/span&gt;Very little musical chemistry between Common and the Neptunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Common finds out making club music is harder than he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make My Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntYpU6OVr60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntYpU6OVr60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What A World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLhsvqCG88U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLhsvqCG88U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pairing of Common and the Neptunes, two hip-hop legends in need of a creative spark, was an intriguing idea.  Common's collaborations with label-boss Kanye West reached a dead-end with 2007's lackluster &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding Forever&lt;/span&gt;; the Neptunes, once the genre's premier hit-makers, haven't had commercial success in over two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two problems with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Mind Control&lt;/span&gt;, Common's new Neptunes-produced album: their club-centric production style doesn't mesh with his lyric-heavy rapping while his style of rapping isn't suited for their futuristic-sounding party records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since club music revolves around beats and not lyrics, one of rap's premier lyricists is essentially wasted.  There's no way to pay attention to what Common is saying with the cacophony of a Neptunes beat -- exotic drums and spacey sound effects -- overwhelming him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, those loud cranked-up beats need charismatic rappers with commanding vocal presences to harness them: see the Neptunes' success with Jay-Z and Busta Rhymes.  Just because a song has simple subject matter doesn't mean it's easy to rap over; witty and clever lines can be as hard to write as deep and contemplative ones.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Mind Control&lt;/span&gt; is full of clunkers like "broads say you are a philosopher / Yea, yea, I'll philosophy on top of ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only song Common makes his own is "What A World" where he adopts a Sugarhill Gang flow ("A little boy from Chicago had dreams to be a star / And make a way, and get some pay, and drive a fancy car") to tell a 3rd person account of his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album's ultimate success will depend on the reaction to the Neptunes mix of electronic and European club music.  For a rapper as accomplished as Common, it's the rarest of failures: he'll be taking the blame for something not really his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-6973162309745481757?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6973162309745481757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-universal-mind-control_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6973162309745481757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6973162309745481757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-universal-mind-control_18.html' title='Common -- Universal Mind Control'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSE7cPbDlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s0WgcIDfzB4/s72-c/universal+mind+control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-4714389754292393122</id><published>2008-12-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:03:37.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludacris'/><title type='text'>Ludacris -- Theater of the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41QK9rH1MUL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="Theater of the Mind" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Ludacris holds his own with some of the biggest names in rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;His style is more suitable for singles than albums.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If Ludacris wants to know why he isn't considered&lt;br /&gt;a great rapper, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theater of the Mind&lt;/span&gt; is a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phNtzm06qTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phNtzm06qTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Do It for Hip-Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnmyQzUP4hc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnmyQzUP4hc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Over five albums and countless guest appearances, Ludacris reveled in being Ludacris.  Never taking himself too seriously, he recounted a life of endless money, women and parties.  He became the rapper every singer went to for hit features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while money and fame came easy, he found respect harder to come by.  His new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theatre of the Mind &lt;/span&gt;attempts to shape his legacy: "I'll be going down in rap as the MVP."  He's following the lead of Jay-Z and Lil' Wayne -- if he keeps saying he's the best long enough, people might start believing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a crowd-moving MC, he takes a back seat to no one.  Not only is he funny and charismatic, but he can flow over almost any type of beat.  He more than holds his own with two of today's biggest rappers -- T.I. ("Wish You Would") and Wayne ("Last of a Dying Breed") -- and two unquestioned legends -- Jay and Nas ("Do it for Hip-Hop").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a difference between impressive on a track and on an album.  That's why he has a feature on every full-length track save one.  Like T-Pain, another hit-making mercenary, his albums tend to sound more like a collection of singles.  His habit of using generic punch-lines to fill space ("So many acres that my crib look like Bermuda / So many diamonds my safe look like Kay Jewelers") doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are enough sure-fits hits, from the Jamaican-tinged "What Them Girls Like" to an ode to alcohol goggles on "One More Drink" and a Jamie Foxx-duet on "Contagious", that Ludacris will continue his streak of platinum albums.  But the social commentary he began to showcase on "Runaway Love" is largely absent, as is any attempt to add depth to his musical persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris wants to know why he's not considered a great rapper.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theater of the Mind&lt;/span&gt; answers his question: rarely is so much talent used to say so little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-4714389754292393122?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4714389754292393122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ludacris-theatre-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4714389754292393122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4714389754292393122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ludacris-theatre-of-mind.html' title='Ludacris -- Theater of the Mind'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-140289128016956907</id><published>2008-12-14T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:36:16.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto-tune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genre-bending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Kanye West -- 808's &amp; Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV-mr5snSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YdKENZ09jSU/s1600-h/808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV-mr5snSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YdKENZ09jSU/s320/808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279765341246627106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;The eclectic mash-up of T-Pain and Phil Collins works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When does the auto-tune backlash begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kanye's creative gamble pays off in a big way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lockdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcjkkBtXgIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcjkkBtXgIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Pbq65cfVEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Pbq65cfVEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After defeating 50 Cent during last-year's same-day album&lt;br /&gt;"showdown", Kanye West was at the top of his game.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulled off a delicate balancing act -- on critic's top 10 lists while&lt;br /&gt;producing top 10 hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a tumultuous year personally, his latest album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808's&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Heartbreaks&lt;/span&gt; differs drastically from his previous work.  While &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later Registration &lt;/span&gt;re-used songs and concepts&lt;br /&gt;from his days as an underground rapper, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808's&lt;/span&gt; was completed&lt;br /&gt;within the span of a few weeks.  It's the rare album from a rapper&lt;br /&gt;released sooner than expected, perhaps because Kanye isn't&lt;br /&gt;rapping anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who rapped before he produced, his Andre&lt;br /&gt;3000-like turn towards musical experimentation is surprising.&lt;br /&gt;As is his decision to make a break-up album that sounds like a&lt;br /&gt;mash-up of Phil Collins and T-Pain.  Most surprising of all, he&lt;br /&gt;manages to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Auto-Tune, the computerized synthesization of vocal&lt;br /&gt;melodies, has become inescapable. So if you've become weary&lt;br /&gt;of it, be forewarned.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808's &lt;/span&gt;is an Auto-Tune overload, with the&lt;br /&gt;vast majority of Kanye's lyrics sung through it.  It's a good decision&lt;br /&gt;-- Andre 3000 can carry a tune while Kanye largely can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album beautifully merges the main song archetypes of modern R&amp;amp;B -- the up-tempo club songs and the melodramatic personal ones.  He varies the instrumentals, moving seamlessly from the violin ("RoboCop") to the piano ("Welcome to Heartbreak").  Instantly catchy melodies abound; singles "Love Lockdown" and "Heartless" have several different refrains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one lesson he learned from his previous work is brevity; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808's&lt;/span&gt; clocks in at only 11 songs.  It's aiming to be larger-than-life, with music meant to be blared from stadium speakers.  As Kanye noted in an interview, he spends the majority of his time touring the world in stadiums and auditoriums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's become one of the rare rap stars -- like Eminem, Jay-Z and Snoop -- so successful they're bigger than rap.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808's &lt;/span&gt;is a reaction to the absurdity of pop stardom: "Chased the "Good Life" my whole life long / Looked back on my life and my life gone."  It echoes many of the same themes of Britney Spears prescient hit "Lucky", where she bemoans how unsatisfying fame is and how it overwhelmed her previous identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lyrical meltdown was triggered by personal tragedy -- the untimely death of his mother and a broken engagement.  The result is a string of break-up songs that wouldn't be out-of-place on an emo album, as Kanye swings from triumph ("I'm not loving you the way I wanted too / Where I'm going I don't need you") to heartbreak ("lost his soul to a women so heartless").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span serif="" times="" new="" roman="" bold=""  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such vulnerability is unusual in the macho world of rap, where the perils of fame and heartbreak are often ignored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The genre’s roots in the lower class make it harder for rappers to complain about their success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And while Kanye’s raps on a bonus track don’t vary lyrically from the rest of the album; they come across as more petulant and self-absorbed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span serif="" times="" new="" roman="" bold=""  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where he goes musically after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808’s&lt;/span&gt; is unclear, but the album ensures the spotlight won’t be leaving him anytime soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-140289128016956907?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/140289128016956907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/140289128016956907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/140289128016956907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak.html' title='Kanye West -- 808&apos;s &amp; Heartbreak'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV-mr5snSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YdKENZ09jSU/s72-c/808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-3915674296492898492</id><published>2008-12-14T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:39:08.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>TI -- Paper Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV45LhskpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HDj0_joY1gE/s1600-h/paper+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV45LhskpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HDj0_joY1gE/s320/paper+trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279759061903774354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;T.I. and his producers are at the top of their game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;First three gangsta rap songs don't fit with rest of album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;T.I. finds creative inspiration from stark legal trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Matter What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvkQU95BbmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvkQU95BbmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;On Top of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sQrsfVuYXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sQrsfVuYXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours before he was supposed to perform at the 2007 BET Hip-Hop Awards, T.I. was arrested trying to buy machine guns.  A convicted felon caught violating multiple federal laws, his life was basically over.  He went from sitting "On Top of the World" to possible being "in jail until 2027."  His new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Trail&lt;/span&gt; tells how he got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He established his artistic identity on his breakthrough 2003 album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trap Muzik&lt;/span&gt;.  The fiery swagger he brought from his time as a drug-dealer fueled his anthemic singles, while his introspective lyrics dissected the downsides of that lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His combination of star-power and lyrical ability made him an industry superstar.  But as his fame grew he faced a dilemma of many  successful gangsta rappers -- his best came music came from the contradictions of the gangster lifestyle, a lifestyle increasingly incompatible with the success his music brought.  So he began staying "in trouble just to let these suckers know I was serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, he was rap royalty (see "Swagger Like Us" with features from Jay-Z, Kanye West and Lil' Wayne) starring in Hollywood movies.  On the other, he was constantly violating probation, culminating in a 2006 shoot-out after a club performance that left his best friend dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to square the circle with 2007's "TI vs. TIP".  There were two sides to his personality: TI (the mature businessman) and TIP (the hot-headed gangster).  Throughout the album, they had to accept that they needed each other.  But as he found out, the resolution to his existential conflict ended up being quite a bit messier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded during house arrest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Trail&lt;/span&gt; is a sober reflection of the consequences of his decisions.  He defiantly defends his need for protection while recognizing "how much better life would have been  if I had slowed down / Maybe I'd have been Kanye / instead of seeing gunplay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album's title refers to his return to writing down his lyrics, instead of just putting them together in his head.  By his own admission, writing helped him "concentrate" and the improvement is dramatic -- every song has a clear concept and each line pushes it forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another welcome return is DJ Toomp, his longtime producer whose absence was sorely felt on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TI vs. TIP&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Trail &lt;/span&gt;is chock full of big-budget faux-epic synthesizer jams ("Whatever You Like", "Live Your Life") modeled after the Toomp-produced "What You Know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times in the album, T.I. compares himself to Tupac -- another superstar rapper whose reckless lifestyle fueled his rise and contributed to his fall.  Soon after he released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Trail&lt;/span&gt;, T.I. will go to jail for a year, a situation Tupac faced after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Against The World&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  But after he got out, Tupac doubled-down on his behavior -- joining Death Row Records and recording two legendary albums that cemented his legend.  If T.I. really is a "changed man" than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Trail&lt;/span&gt; may be his last great album.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-3915674296492898492?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3915674296492898492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ti-paper-trail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/3915674296492898492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/3915674296492898492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ti-paper-trail.html' title='TI -- Paper Trail'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV45LhskpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HDj0_joY1gE/s72-c/paper+trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-4250224653899615207</id><published>2008-12-14T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:16:40.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R and B'/><title type='text'>John Legend -- Evolver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV1tmJOOrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4E3AlygBJeo/s1600-h/evolver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV1tmJOOrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4E3AlygBJeo/s320/evolver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279755564355566258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;2/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Legend begins to modify signature piano-based sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;Andre 3000's guest appearance highlights Legend's charisma deficit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Legend fails to live up to his potential with mediocre album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZnSzgNM_Y0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZnSzgNM_Y0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You're Out There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfvTjFZBcVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfvTjFZBcVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John Legend’s debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Lifted&lt;/span&gt; seemed like the start of something big. It had an inventive new sound (a fusion of neo-soul, gospel and hip-hop) backed by both critical acclaim (three Grammy’s including Best New Artist) and commercial success (2 million records sold). Most importantly, it had “Ordinary People,” a star-making turn that featured only a piano and rightly became his signature song.  &lt;p&gt;But in the years since Legend hasn’t quite lived up to his name. After his debut’s success, he branched out on his own, leaning less on mentor and producer Kanye West. His last album, 2006’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once Again&lt;/span&gt;, came and went with little fanfare and even fewer memorable moments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evolver&lt;/span&gt; is more of the same. It has all the trademarks of a John Legend album - the understated ballads, the earnestly soulful voice and, of course, the ever-present piano. There are a lot of impressive musical moments; yet somehow “Evolver” is less than the sum of its parts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He tries to incorporate a more uptempo and less piano-reliant sound, most notably on first single “Green Light.” His smooth vocals give it a danceable melody, but as soon as Andre 3000 starts rapping, Legend’s vocals are pushed into the background. 3000 adds the star-power and charisma largely missing from Legend’s recent work: One thing you ain't consider / I heard you when you told your girl he could get it / Admit it, you did it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Legend said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evolver&lt;/span&gt; is a collection of good songs without any over-arching lyrical theme. It’d be a shame if his career turns out the same way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-4250224653899615207?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4250224653899615207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-legend-evolver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4250224653899615207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4250224653899615207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-legend-evolver.html' title='John Legend -- Evolver'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUV1tmJOOrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4E3AlygBJeo/s72-c/evolver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-5597671659934424298</id><published>2008-12-14T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:04:08.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R and B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ne-yo'/><title type='text'>Ne-Yo -- Year of the Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVxZHE0-BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4vqb7iJN4CA/s1600-h/ne-yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVxZHE0-BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4vqb7iJN4CA/s320/ne-yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279750814371739666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Great song-writing: almost every song is vividly written with a clear melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;Feels like a collection of cover songs -- very little of Ne-Yo is ever revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Very well-done and by-the-book modern R&amp;amp;B album.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m8DgKN1F_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m8DgKN1F_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhaXWAhH4G4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhaXWAhH4G4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo's new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year of the Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;opens with a burst of energy.  An unnamed girl catches his eye on two up-tempo club songs, one of which is stand-out single "Closer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on "Single" he reveals her identity -- she's every single woman listening to his music.  He comforts them: "You don't got to be alone, I'll be your boyfriend / I'll be your boyfriend until the song goes out."  Like any good romantic comedy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year of the Gentleman &lt;/span&gt;is about feminine wish-fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the next nine melodramatic and earnest ballads, Ne-Yo plays the part of the apologietc boyfriend.  He's a stand in for every man whose wronged the listener, every man who made "her come by herself tonight, because he wouldn't pick up the phone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care that she's been cheating on him ("Lie to Me") or that she's marrying someone else ("Fade Into the Background").  He misses "her funny little laugh or the way you smile or the way we kissed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has done to deserve this self-inflicted misery? The best answer he comes up with is not helping around the house on "Why Does She Stay".  But that's not really the point.  He's an idealized creature, and actually admitting to any real wrong would ruin the illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote hits for artists like Beyonce and Rihanna before he became a star himself.  His strengths as a songwriter are no surprise -- each song is vividly written with a clear melody.  But as a performer he never stretches himself vocally, sticking to the same gentle baritone throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a professional songwriter, he is so used to writing in the voice of another singer that even when he writes for himself, there is still a layer of artifice.  "Year of the Gentleman" doesn't pretend otherwise.  It's a good act, but after the song ends, we don't know if any of it is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-5597671659934424298?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5597671659934424298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ne-yo-year-of-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/5597671659934424298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/5597671659934424298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ne-yo-year-of-gentleman.html' title='Ne-Yo -- Year of the Gentleman'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVxZHE0-BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4vqb7iJN4CA/s72-c/ne-yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2242487575048506037</id><published>2008-12-14T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:46:10.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeezy'/><title type='text'>Young Jeezy -- The Recession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVvZk9NAzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ONcHuaEyXHY/s1600-h/recession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVvZk9NAzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ONcHuaEyXHY/s320/recession.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279748623369569074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sounds exactly like his last two albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Sounds exactly like his last two albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;If Jeezy wants to become a great rapper, he'll eventually have to stop re-making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thug Motivation 101&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMHuvtkMinI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMHuvtkMinI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;My President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ffh9xDf2S9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ffh9xDf2S9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The introduction of Young Jeezy’s new album “The Recession” features newscasters talking about gas prices and the economy. The album ends with a song about Barack Obama (“My President”) featuring Nas. Otherwise, it’s basically indistinguishable from his first two albums.  &lt;p&gt;He still raps about crack dealing as self-actualization (“I can show you how to make a mil right now”). He sticks to the same dark, epic orchestrations of his previous hits (“Soul Survivor”). And he faithfully uses his trademark flow - raspy, slow and ad-lib heavy - throughout.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The rare track that varies at all from this formula, like the soul-sampling “Circulate,” stands out as a result. “The Recession” is an 18-track album that seems to contain less than half-a-dozen distinct songs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But specialization has its benefits. He only makes one type of song, but he makes that song very well, and the customer can count on that same level of quality every time. So if you like the ubiquitous lead single “Put On” you’ll like “The Recession.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The chorus to his Obama song sums up his philosophy pretty well: “My president is black, my Lambo is blue / And I’ll be (expletive) if my rims ain’t too / My money’s light green, and my Jordan’s light grey/ And they love to see white, now how much you trying to pay.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He sees the prospect of a black president as inspirational, not to change society, but to make more money. It’s the album’s underlying theme: Times may be bad, but the bills still have to be paid. He may not know Obama’s message very well, but he sure knows America’s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-2242487575048506037?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2242487575048506037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/young-jeezy-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2242487575048506037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2242487575048506037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/young-jeezy-recession.html' title='Young Jeezy -- The Recession'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVvZk9NAzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ONcHuaEyXHY/s72-c/recession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-8256763730700271684</id><published>2008-12-14T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:38:33.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>The Game -- L.A.X.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVs8DFNkLI/AAAAAAAAADs/qx3PkeKWY_s/s1600-h/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVs8DFNkLI/AAAAAAAAADs/qx3PkeKWY_s/s320/game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279745917036892338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Game's commanding mic presence along with A-list producers and guests make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L.A.X. &lt;/span&gt;feel like a big album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; He still struggles to rap about things outside of his favorite rappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Game hasn't yet found niche in rap outside of his relationships with 50 and Dre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERVS2C4-jkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERVS2C4-jkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Game's Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8utwPhB3_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8utwPhB3_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Game’s debut “The Documentary” could have been a 50 Cent album. 50 was its biggest star - the co-executive producer featured on the first three singles. Game name-dropped G Unit incessantly, while bragging about a past (Compton gang-banger, five bullet holes) suspiciously 50-like.  &lt;p&gt;His second album “Doctor’s Advocate” revolved around Dr. Dre, who had chosen 50 over him after a feud between the two Dre proteges. It was a conflicted album, both defiant (full of Dre-sounding beats that screamed “I don’t need you”) and plaintive (with lyrics that begged for forgiveness).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So who exactly is he without 50 and Dre?  That’s the question he faces on his third album “L.A.X.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even without his mentors, the record doesn’t lack in star-power. The endless guest-list (Nas, Lil’ Wayne, Ne-Yo, Ludacris, Ice Cube and Common, just to name a few) leaves room for only three solo tracks. An equally impressive group of producers keep the G-Unit meets West Coast sound of his first two albums. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Game isn’t overshadowed, thanks to his commanding and self-assured baritone straight out of gangsta rap central casting. But for someone from Compton, the birthplace of gangsta rap, his ghetto tales are so unimaginative they could be a parody: “Come to my hood / Look at my block / That’s my project building / Yea, that’s where I got shot.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He’s interested not in gangsta rap but gangsta rappers; he’s more fan than rapper. He incorporates other musicians into every subject imaginable - from civil rights to sex. They’re signposts in both time (“Everybody’s first bootleg was Boyz ‘n the Hood”) and place (“I’m from a block close to where Biggie was crucified”). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On “Never Can Say Goodbye”, the album’s most ambitious track, he raps as Biggie, Tupac and Eazy-E on the eve of their deaths. It’s expert mimicry, but if he wants to join the ranks of his idols, he’ll have to find a voice of his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-8256763730700271684?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8256763730700271684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/game-lax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8256763730700271684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8256763730700271684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/game-lax.html' title='The Game -- L.A.X.'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVs8DFNkLI/AAAAAAAAADs/qx3PkeKWY_s/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-6568474690889694515</id><published>2008-12-14T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:28:27.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Nas -- Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVp-UVdmVI/AAAAAAAAADk/kXl6A_0ufU8/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVp-UVdmVI/AAAAAAAAADk/kXl6A_0ufU8/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279742657493309778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/bernie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;His most-consistent and best-produced album since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stillmatic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Political talk occasionally veers into pseudo-intellectual and ill-informed ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Album lives up to its controversial title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pf5cmd0-qCE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pf5cmd0-qCE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;NI**ER (Slave and the Master)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IyYuMkVw8Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IyYuMkVw8Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- Yahoo AD Bundle --&gt;&lt;!-- Yahoo AD Tag --&gt;&lt;!-- AD POSITION: HPYB --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;function setCookie(c_name,value,expires){var exdate=new Date();exdate.setTime( exdate.getTime() );if(expires){expires=expires*1000;}var expires_date = new Date( exdate.getTime() + (expires) );document.cookie=c_name+ '=' +escape(value)+((expires==null) ? 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So when he named his new album the “N” word, many were skeptical. He was eventually forced to leave it untitled, but the challenge of living up to such a bold title clearly motivated Nas. “Untitled” is one of the best and most cohesive concept albums in years.  &lt;p&gt;A meditation on his life as a successful black man in 21rst century America, it traces the history of racism to the psychic burdens of today’s ghettos. It’s better than the sum of its parts - almost every song pushes the album forward, musically and lyrically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As much poet as musician, Nas never lets the beats overshadow his lyrics. But since mainstream rap is made primarily for cars and clubs, he has often struggled to find producers who can make brilliant and understated beats. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His debut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illmatic&lt;/span&gt; managed this balancing act perfectly; it’s arguably the greatest rap album of all-time. While nothing could live up to that standard, “Untitled” is his best work since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stillmatic&lt;/span&gt;. It’s no coincidence the album’s best moments feature two of rap’s best up-and-coming producers - Polow da Don ("Hero") and DJ Toomp ("Slave and the Master").&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the cutthroat and fickle world of rap, where careers age in dog years, Nas’ 14-year and nine-album career is astonishing. In that time, he has simultaneously become a legendary figure while also squandering much of the goodwill he generated with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illmatic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And after a lifetime’s worth of accomplishments and setbacks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt; has a valedictory feeling: “Nas the only true rebel since the beginning / Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow / Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel / They can’t sing what’s in their soul!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s a tribute to the album that these comparisons don’t seem too ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-6568474690889694515?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6568474690889694515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/nas-untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6568474690889694515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/6568474690889694515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/nas-untitled.html' title='Nas -- Untitled'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVp-UVdmVI/AAAAAAAAADk/kXl6A_0ufU8/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-5164891956929823883</id><published>2008-12-14T10:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:15:34.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david banner'/><title type='text'>David Banner -- Greatest Story Ever Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVXfVol1jI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5xsd9Xl7Eo/s1600-h/david+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVXfVol1jI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5xsd9Xl7Eo/s320/david+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279722334056732210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Banner establishes himself as a more militant Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Attempts to recreate previous hits ruin album's flow.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Album won't give Banner the commercial success he so craves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-gVvRB5l-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-gVvRB5l-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;B.A.N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxxSpGNGNag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxxSpGNGNag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since releasing “Like A Pimp” in 2003, David Banner has been on the cusp of stardom. He became a big-time producer, with hits for T.I., Lil Wayne and Nelly under his belt. As a rapper, he’s a militant Kanye West - balancing crass pop songs like “Play” with pointed social commentary.   &lt;p&gt;He raps with a country snarl, pouring so much emotion into each word that he’s almost yelling. His new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greatest Story Ever Told&lt;/span&gt; matches this Hulk-like persona - it’s loud and visceral music, complete with booming, bass-heavy beats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And where Kanye uses light-hearted humor to explain his contradictory music, Banner uses anger to tie together wildly different subject matter. He directs it at an indifferent government and the self-loathing ghettos: “We so quick to kill each other in the hood where we from / But we hide the AK’s when the Fed’s come.” Eventually it spirals into anger at nothing in particular: "I'm filthy rich and going to continue to ball  / I'm going to punch you in your throat, and make you piss all in your drawers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But in today’s climate, record labels won’t release an album without a song for the radio. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greatest Story Ever Told&lt;/span&gt; was slated for release last year, but without a big-lead single, the label kept pushing it back. And the harder Banner tried to re-capture his previous magic, the more he lost his way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He shamelessly jumped on the hottest trends. The first single “9MM” features Lil’ Wayne, Snoop Dogg and Akon. The second single, “Get Like Me” has a chorus from Yung Joc’s “It’s Goin Down” and a rap verse from Chris Brown. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then there are the blatant rip-offs of original songs - “Shawty Say” (“Lollipop” Part II) and “A Girl” (“Play” Part II). Eventually, he quits the pretense and just names a song “Cadillac on 22’s Part II”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greatest Story Ever Told &lt;/span&gt;proves that even someone as talented as Banner can’t take short-cuts to success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-5164891956929823883?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5164891956929823883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/david-banner-greatest-story-ever-told.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/5164891956929823883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/5164891956929823883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/david-banner-greatest-story-ever-told.html' title='David Banner -- Greatest Story Ever Told'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVXfVol1jI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5xsd9Xl7Eo/s72-c/david+banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2417567698535240720</id><published>2008-12-14T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:11:44.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ny rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g unit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tony yayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lloyd banks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent'/><title type='text'>G Unit -- Terminate on Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVU1_bz8SI/AAAAAAAAADU/VMmves_CKUU/s1600-h/g+unit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVU1_bz8SI/AAAAAAAAADU/VMmves_CKUU/s320/g+unit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719424699658530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;1/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;50 &amp;amp; co. haven't lost confidence and swagger of their underground days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Decision to only use cheap producers backfires spectacularly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Every one associated with album -- 50, Banks, Yayo, producers -- disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rider Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCO9KqZ2sLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCO9KqZ2sLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An underground smash in 1999, “How to Rob” introduced the world to 50 Cent. It humorously described robbing rap’s biggest stars, mocking the disconnect between their lyrics and their lifestyle: “You better recognize, I’m straight from the street / these industry cats starting to look like something to eat / What Jigga just sold, like 4 mil? He got something to live for / don’t want no one putting four through that Bentley door.”  &lt;p&gt;Authenticity became 50’s main calling card. You could trust what he said; he had nine bullet holes to prove it. His debut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Rich or Die Tryin&lt;/span&gt; perfected this formula, mixing glitzy beats and catchy hooks with super-aggressive, violent lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;G-Unit, his rap crew, soon followed - Lloyd Banks, the lyricist/ladies-man, Young Buck, the raw Southerner, and Tony Yayo, the hype-man.  Their debut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beg for Mercy&lt;/span&gt; went multi-platinum, and it seemed 50 could do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But success was a double-edged sword. He left behind his musical roots, while his music never changed. The end-result was 2007’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curtis&lt;/span&gt;, a stale reprise of his debut and his first commercial failure. G-Unit’s new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terminate on Sight&lt;/span&gt; sticks to the same out-of-date blueprint. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He learned the wrong lesson from “I Get Money,” the only honest moment on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curtis&lt;/span&gt;. Since it was produced by a relative nobody, he figured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T.O.S.&lt;/span&gt; wouldn’t need any big-name producers or collaborators either. Eminem and Dre are nowhere to be found, and their presence is sorely missed. The album has almost no memorable beats or melodies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;50 has always used beef for publicity — from “How to Rob” to last-year’s “showdown” with Kanye. This time around, he excommunicated Young Buck, easily the group’s second most accomplished rapper, for disloyalty. But not only are Buck’s four verses some of the album’s best, the whole situation is eerily similar to Game’s banishment in 2005.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s the album’s fundamental problem — we’ve heard it all before. 50 is a gangster with a heart of gold. Lloyd Banks, dubbed the Punch line King, is reduced to a dispenser of bland similes: “Drink like an uncle, smoke like a Rasta / ball like a superstar, tough like a boxer.” And the less said about Tony Yayo’s rapping the better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In reality, 50 can’t be a gangster anymore - he’s worth nine figures. Somewhere a hungry rapper is thinking he might be something to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 Cent -- How to Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5tgymfvdYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5tgymfvdYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-2417567698535240720?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2417567698535240720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/g-unit-terminate-on-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2417567698535240720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2417567698535240720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/g-unit-terminate-on-sight.html' title='G Unit -- Terminate on Sight'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVU1_bz8SI/AAAAAAAAADU/VMmves_CKUU/s72-c/g+unit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2747335314697132828</id><published>2008-12-14T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:44:54.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lil&apos; wayne'/><title type='text'>Lil' Wayne -- Carter III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVSA1h62JI/AAAAAAAAADM/LNGbCHA-BTw/s1600-h/carter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVSA1h62JI/AAAAAAAAADM/LNGbCHA-BTw/s320/carter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279716312484599954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Rap's biggest producers give Wayne "monumental" beats for his moment in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Seemingly inexhaustible lyricists running out of steam after more than a year of leaks and features.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Wayne's best work remains scattered over mixtape scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRprONMgx0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRprONMgx0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Tie My Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8bq5tfn9WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8bq5tfn9WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On “Phone Home,” between calling himself a Martian and comparing himself to E.T., Lil’ Wayne declares “they don’t make ‘em like me no more / matter fact, they never made it like me before.” He’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While many rappers freestyle their lyrics and even more abuse drugs, few take it to the extremes Wayne does. Throughout most of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tha Carter III &lt;/span&gt;he is rapping without a safety net — even he’s not sure what he’ll say next. He laughs at his own jokes, as if he’s just realizing what he said; occasionally, he loses his train of thought and starts rapping about something else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On songs like “Got Money,” an auto-tune duet with T-Pain destined to be a club smash, his random boasting fits perfectly. Other times, the result is a mess — on “Let the Beat Build” he wastes a great beat with absolutely nonsensical rhymes. Many critics have praised his unique style as post-modern “free association” rapping. Less charitably, he’s babbling drug-induced nonsense.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But his recent work on the mix-tape scene blurred the line between these two distinctions — mixing his lyrical insanity with strong and powerful songwriting. It was these songs, along with his numerous feature appearances, that made the buzz for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tha Carter III&lt;/span&gt; so deafening. It’s been XXL’s most anticipated album since January 2007, and in the meanwhile, several of his mix tapes made it onto critical top 10 lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He’s had hundreds of songs released in the past few years, and the addition of any number of them would have greatly improved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tha Carter III&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, by the end of the album, a rapper with a seemingly endless amount of lyrical creativity has a song about sleeping with a female police officer who pulls him over (“Mrs. Officer”).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The production, mostly from A-list producers David Banner, Just Blaze, Swizz Beatz and Kanye West, carries the album. On the suitably epic “Mr. Carter,” Jay-Z drops by for a passing of the torch, telling Wayne “that I took so much money from the rap game, now it’s your go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But even in the digital age, albums are still an artist’s ultimate proving ground. For Wayne to claim the throne, he’ll have to leave the mix-tape game behind and do like Kanye: keep all his best stuff for himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-2747335314697132828?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2747335314697132828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/lil-wayne-carter-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2747335314697132828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2747335314697132828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/lil-wayne-carter-iii.html' title='Lil&apos; Wayne -- Carter III'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVSA1h62JI/AAAAAAAAADM/LNGbCHA-BTw/s72-c/carter3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-7731977944029572171</id><published>2008-12-14T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:32:44.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R and B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usher'/><title type='text'>Usher -- Here I Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVO64xyU4I/AAAAAAAAADE/5utdR15Xepw/s1600-h/ursher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVO64xyU4I/AAAAAAAAADE/5utdR15Xepw/s320/ursher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279712911742358402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Married with a newborn, Usher is all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; To0 many songs that sound like American-Idol standards.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Forgettable album aims for the bedroom, ends up with elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in This Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/48IklJoO_HE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/48IklJoO_HE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Moving Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0_EJLi9nq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0_EJLi9nq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe Usher's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt; was released only four years ago. No album since has matched its chart dominance — four No. 1 hits ("Yeah," "Burn," "Confessions II" and "My Boo") that spent more than half of 2004 atop Billboard. At the time, its commercial success (9 million records sold) was merely remarkable; in today's climate, it's unfathomable.      &lt;p&gt;With the emergence of the digital download and the fracturing of the pop culture scene, the days of the mega album may be gone forever. Since 2004, album sales have plummeted. 2007's top-seller (Josh Groban's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel&lt;/span&gt;) barely sold 3 million copies. Over the past year, artists used to going platinum their opening weekend (Mariah Carey, 50 Cent) have found themselves struggling to reach that mark at all. Many of the industry's top stars, such as Eminem and Shania Twain, have simply stopped releasing new music. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;So how do you top an album the rest of the industry couldn't? The question looms over Usher's latest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I Stand&lt;/span&gt;. Every pop artist dreams of musical success, but few chased fame as single-mindedly as Usher. Since signing a record deal as a teenager in the early '90s, he methodically worked himself toward stardom. The musical experimentation of his contemporaries (Justin Timberlake, Andre 3000) never interested him; Usher always stayed safely within the confines of modern R&amp;amp;B. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The ideal R&amp;amp;B singer would look very much like Usher — more seasoned then younger singers such as Chris Brown, more versatile than current hit makers like Akon and T-Pain, all the while maintaining an image acceptable to both corporate America and the club scene. You'd have to go all the way back to the original King of Pop to find a comparable artist, no surprise considering how heavily Usher borrows from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;-era Michael Jackson. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;And while he's had his brushes with the tabloids, Usher's been careful to avoid the seedier aspects of modern stardom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I Stand&lt;/span&gt; emphasizes this wholesomeness; he's now a newly married father. Where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt; revolved around him cheating on the woman he loves, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I Stand&lt;/span&gt; is full of earnestly delivered lines about love and commitment: "I was a hustler and a player girl before I met you / But how you made a difference, look what I've been missing / You got my life together, and I thank you forever." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The difference is that great art is inspired more by pain than joy. Usher's imperfections on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt; made him more relatable and gave songs like "Burn" an edge. Aside from the standout Young Jeezy-assisted lead single ("Love in This Club") and an R. Kelly-like plunge into lyrical absurdity ("Trading Places"), "Here I Stand" is full of generic R&amp;amp;B standards. They're well sung, but they're songs a choir-boy type like "American Idol's" David Archuleta would be comfortable with. It's music for the elevator, not the bedroom. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;For most of his career, Usher has been fortunate to be matched with equally talented producers (Diddy, Jermaine Dupri and LA Reid). This time he's not similarly challenged as the few big-name collaborations that do appear (Will.i.am, Jay-Z, Beyonce and Lil' Wayne) seem more for name value than musical chemistry. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Usher never has been afraid to follow a trend (Lil' Jon's "Yeah"), and it might be no coincidence that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I Stand&lt;/span&gt; feels so much like "American Idol," a show that appeals to the blandest elements of pop culture and is one of Hollywood's last reliable blockbusters. The crowd who danced to "Yeah" and sang along to "Burn"? They don't buy CDs anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-7731977944029572171?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7731977944029572171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/usher-here-i-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7731977944029572171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7731977944029572171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/usher-here-i-stand.html' title='Usher -- Here I Stand'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVO64xyU4I/AAAAAAAAADE/5utdR15Xepw/s72-c/ursher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-1240945014978762424</id><published>2008-12-14T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:11:11.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bun b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houston rap'/><title type='text'>Bun B -- II Trill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVKZYrdHwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b5eTMmJt2v4/s1600-h/bun+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVKZYrdHwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b5eTMmJt2v4/s320/bun+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707938143674114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Bun brings out the best in many of his A-list guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Pimp C's mic presence is sorely missed.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;UGK was more than the sum of its parts; Bun's career may have died in that Hollywood hotel room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJH49sExbyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJH49sExbyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Swang on 'Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_LuXzZki_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_LuXzZki_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood friends from Port Arthur, Bun B and Pimp C formed the rap duo UGK in 1987.  While they never achieved the commercial success of contemporaries like Outkast, they were just as influential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the ensuing two decades, they were joined at the hip.  When Pimp C was incarcerated in 2002, Bun B did innumerable feature yelling "Free Pimp C" to keep his memory alive.  He released one solo album (2005's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trill&lt;/span&gt;) while Pimp was in jail, but otherwise steadfastly refused to rap without his partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, Pimp died of a mix of sleep apnea and a drug overdose in Hollywood hotel last year.  And for the first time, Bun is releasing a new album (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;II Trill&lt;/span&gt;) without his life-long partner to lean on.  It's Mick Jagger releasing a record without Keith Richards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;II Trill&lt;/span&gt; leans heavily on the UGK template that birthed a generation of Houston rappers -- songs about cars, girls and gangstas over laid-back bass-heavy beats.  But Bun was always the more thoughtful and lyrical of the duo, and pointed social commentary emerges throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's become on of rap's elder statesman, the sheer length of his career giving him an air of wisdom and gravitas: "On these cold and black streets hunting / And a young black man can lose his life over nothing / If I got to go, please let it be for something real / cuz this bullshit hood shit is getting people killed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's missing is the energy and charisma Pimp brought to UGK; Bun's monotone delivery wears over 16 tracks.  To compensate, the album is flooded with guest appearances from seemingly every Southern rapper.  It's no coincidence that Bun sounds best when trading bars with energetic rappers like Lil' Wanye ("Damn I'm Cold") and Young Buck ("If I Die II Night").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's never a doubt about who his real partner will always be, as Bun delivers a sad refrain that rap fans have become all too familiar with: "I guess I just assumed we had more time / for us to make more music and write more rhymes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-1240945014978762424?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1240945014978762424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/bun-b-ii-trill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/1240945014978762424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/1240945014978762424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/bun-b-ii-trill.html' title='Bun B -- II Trill'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVKZYrdHwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b5eTMmJt2v4/s72-c/bun+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-8349673345336914792</id><published>2008-12-14T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:56:39.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live show'/><title type='text'>Live Show -- DAM at Scoot Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVIFyUfuWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/n_11YfqCDiI/s1600-h/dam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVIFyUfuWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/n_11YfqCDiI/s320/dam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705402406058338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirty years after hip-hop began in the streets of New York, it has become the soundtrack for youthful discontent worldwide. As one of the members of DAM, a rap group from the Palestinian city of Lod, declared: “We wrote these songs for the ghettos all over the world: the ghettos in Asia, in Europe, in Palestine and the U.S.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAM, one of the biggest names in Arabic rap, made their first appearance in Texas at Scoot Inn on Thursday. Fresh off an intercontinental flight, they gave a brief but energetic performance to an enthusiastic crowd of around 100.  &lt;p&gt;DAM is made up of three Palestinian rappers — Tamer Nafer, his younger brother Suhell and their childhood friend Mahmoud Jreri. Their music is a multicultural mix — Arabic lyrics with rapid-fire American-inspired flows over sample-heavy Middle-Eastern sounding beats. Think Jay-Z’s “Big Pimpin” in Arabic. Since being founded in 1999, they’ve been on the forefront of a growing Palestinian rap scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The crowd was a mix of Arabic speakers familiar with the group and merely curious non-Arabic speakers. And despite rapping in Arabic, DAM did a good job of involving the English-speaking section. Tamer talked to the audience in English between songs as well as free-styling over more familiar beats like Busta Rhymes “Touch It.” Hip-hop became a bridge between different cultures, and by the end of the show, the whole crowd was chanting for them to do an encore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They saved their biggest and most controversial song for the finale: “Min Irhabi” (Who’s The Terrorist). It’s music with a message - DAM’s hope is that sympathy for the Palestinian cause will follow appreciation for their music. Social criticism has always inspired great music, and when DAM talked about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict, the anger was palpable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAM -- Min Irhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/duwsH-gAmuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/duwsH-gAmuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-8349673345336914792?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8349673345336914792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/live-show-dam-at-scoot-inn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8349673345336914792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8349673345336914792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/live-show-dam-at-scoot-inn.html' title='Live Show -- DAM at Scoot Inn'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVIFyUfuWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/n_11YfqCDiI/s72-c/dam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-484790141577749937</id><published>2008-12-14T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:49:47.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cee-lo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnarls barkley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genre-bending'/><title type='text'>Gnarls Barkley -- The Odd Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVEjch8FWI/AAAAAAAAACs/jl5E0M0ROQo/s1600-h/odd+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVEjch8FWI/AAAAAAAAACs/jl5E0M0ROQo/s320/odd+couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279701513906427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Cee-lo's emotion-rich and genre-bending voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Sounds like the b-side of their great debut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Might be time for two music industry vagabonds to disband this odd couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's Gonna Save My Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTVSygNKAsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTVSygNKAsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Blind Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtveJ4u7UdE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtveJ4u7UdE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd couple, from "Grumpy Old Men" to "Lethal Weapon," is as old as show business. Two mismatched characters are forced together, personalities clash and wackiness ensues. Before "Rush Hour," Jackie Chan had been a Hong Kong martial-arts legend for 20 years without crossing over, while Chris Tucker was known more as a comedian than an actor. But together, the wise-cracking, fast-talking black guy and no-nonsense Asian martial arts expert grossed more than $100 million.      &lt;p&gt;Gnarls Barkley had similarly humble beginnings. The core of their debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; was recorded when Southern rap veteran Cee-Lo met underground Gorillaz producer Danger Mouse on tour. Both men had long existed on the mainstream fringe, and they poured their frustrations into their new side project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;From the odd name to the wacky costumes, the group was supposed to be a lark. That was, until "Crazy" happened.  Cee-Lo's plaintive wailing blended perfectly with the darkly hypnotic neo-soul/R&amp;amp;B beat, and "Crazy" became one 2006's biggest songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; sounded like nothing else on the charts, and both artists earned some long-deserved commercial success. Of course, a sequel was inevitable. But The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odd Couple&lt;/span&gt; is more "Rush Hour II" than "Empire Strikes Back." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Everything about the original is back, from Cee-Lo's dark lyrics ("I know I'm out of control now / Tired enough to lay my own soul down") to the fast-paced "Crazy" remake ("Run"). While his soulful anguish felt genuine the first time around, it just seems forced now.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Odd Couple&lt;/span&gt; plays like a b-side of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; — a collection of tracks that couldn't make the cut the first time. Creatively, it's an album that didn't need to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both men are immensely talented solo artists, but if they're not careful, they're going to be marginalized as parts of a one-trick pony. Chris Tucker made $20 million for each "Rush Hour" movie, but they're all he's done in the last decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-484790141577749937?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/484790141577749937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/gnarls-barkley-odd-couple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/484790141577749937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/484790141577749937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/gnarls-barkley-odd-couple.html' title='Gnarls Barkley -- The Odd Couple'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVEjch8FWI/AAAAAAAAACs/jl5E0M0ROQo/s72-c/odd+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-8754231578396651208</id><published>2008-12-14T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:34:04.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Fat Joe -- Elephant in the Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVBWaSV3-I/AAAAAAAAACk/jqH9UujTCsM/s1600-h/fat+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVBWaSV3-I/AAAAAAAAACk/jqH9UujTCsM/s320/fat+joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279697991430954978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;He continues surprising late-career improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; He has been making the same album for over a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Possibly Fat Joe's best album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lEcsWtXSDY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lEcsWtXSDY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;That White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-sqnNktfgKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-sqnNktfgKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During the mid-'90s, New York produced a legion of rappers who had come of age during the crack cocaine epidemic.  In that context, Fat Joe's forgettable 1993 debut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Represent&lt;/span&gt; hardly foretold greatness. There was already one fat Puerto Rican rapper from the Bronx, Big Pun, a gifted lyricists with all-time great talent.      &lt;p&gt;Joe achieved some success with 1998's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Cartagena&lt;/span&gt;, but Pun's death soon afterward cast a shadow over his career, while the violent shootings of Biggie and Tupac chastened the rap community. The market for crack rap quickly dried up. As rap shifted South and returned to its party roots, Joe, a consummate survivor, leveraged his industry connections to stay relevant, a relic of a bygone era. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The Murder Inc-assisted "What's Luv" made him a mainstream star in 2001. Three years later "Lean Back", a No. 1 record with stunningly low album sales, ushered in the era of the ringtone rapper.  Recently he has survived independent label banishment and a running WWE-style feud with 50 Cent to appear on hit after hit — from "Make It Rain" to "We Takin Over." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant in The Room&lt;/span&gt; stays strictly within his wheelhouse: a refreshingly concise mix of 12 tracks of unrepentant gangsta lyrics over hard-hitting commercial beats. His brand of lyrics hasn't changed much: "I done did some things that made some killers drop they jaws / I done been on boats in Colombia shipping raw (cocaine)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What keeps them fresh is his steadily improving flow, sharper and more on-beat than ever before. As a result, he has rightly started calling himself one of the most improved rappers ever. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The production is pitch-perfect for his style — featuring both rejuvenated old-school producers like Gangstarr's DJ Premier ("That White") and Puff Daddy's Hitmen ("I Won't Tell") and a roster of modern-day hit makers (Cool &amp;amp; Dre, Scott Storch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout his career, Joe has made the same album over and over again, each time improving from the same formula.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant in the Room&lt;/span&gt; sounds like the best album of 1998.  Will anyone still care ten years later?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-8754231578396651208?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8754231578396651208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/fat-joe-elephant-in-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8754231578396651208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8754231578396651208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/fat-joe-elephant-in-room.html' title='Fat Joe -- Elephant in the Room'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUVBWaSV3-I/AAAAAAAAACk/jqH9UujTCsM/s72-c/fat+joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-8285159424760268549</id><published>2008-12-14T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:22:10.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick ross'/><title type='text'>Rick Ross -- Trilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUU-4xrm2TI/AAAAAAAAACc/4hXMM38PlOI/s1600-h/rick+ross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUU-4xrm2TI/AAAAAAAAACc/4hXMM38PlOI/s320/rick+ross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279695283291609394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Big budget album sounds like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Ross is frequently out-shined by his big-name guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Ross' one-dimensional ode to Suge Knight wears over a whole album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybach Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRfTJQ9Q-Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRfTJQ9Q-Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Luxury Tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aI0Lc2pjCDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aI0Lc2pjCDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Ross certainly isn't afraid of thinking big.  From his music to his persona, everything about him is over the top. Even his stage name is a tribute to Freeway Ricky Ross, one of crack cocaine's pioneers. And if you listen to his lyrics, the comparison seems appropriate. He hasn't just sold drugs; he "made a couple million dollars last year dealing weight."      &lt;p&gt;While such outsized boasts aren't unusual in rap, what makes Ross unique is the utter sincerity with which he delivers them: "It ain't nothing to do 100 in the Maybach, throwing money out the roof." He's "The Boss," an almost direct copy of Death Row founder Suge Knight — a cigar-chomping and sunglass-wearing former college football lineman, complete with a gravelly, bass-heavy delivery and a tattooed, menacing frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from the obligatory uplifting closing track "I'm Only Human," there's little else on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trilla&lt;/span&gt; that makes "The Boss" seem human and not cartoonish. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"Trilla" fits this persona. On first listen, everything about the album seems big. Every box on a mainstream hip-hop album is checked – there's the remake of Ross' first hit "Hustlin" ("Speedin") complete with the R. Kelly chorus, the T-Pain song ("The Boss"), "Luxury Tax," the posse cut with all his A-list friends (Jeezy, Wayne, Trick Daddy) and the Nelly club song for the ladies ("Here I Am"). Jay-Z even drops in on "Maybach Music," an apt description of the album — something meant to be played at full volume in the cars and clubs. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;But underneath all the theatrics, it becomes clear why the album follows the same formula as his debut, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Port of Miami&lt;/span&gt;. While other rappers use charisma and talent to get away with one-dimensional lyrics, Ross is neither a particularly clever nor able word-smith. His inability to master even elementary breath control forces him to use the same flow the entire album, stopping for breath at the end of nearly every line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like any blockbuster, big-budget release, "Trilla" packs enough visceral thrills to be enjoyable. But is it anything that will stick with you past the opening weekend? Probably not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-8285159424760268549?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8285159424760268549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rick-ross-trilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8285159424760268549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8285159424760268549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rick-ross-trilla.html' title='Rick Ross -- Trilla'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUU-4xrm2TI/AAAAAAAAACc/4hXMM38PlOI/s72-c/rick+ross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-1246233166884921294</id><published>2008-12-14T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:15:58.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genre-bending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Snoop Dogg -- Ego Trippin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUU9zORlsKI/AAAAAAAAACU/jxOkoQUw4cQ/s1600-h/51yw3gts27L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUU9zORlsKI/AAAAAAAAACU/jxOkoQUw4cQ/s320/51yw3gts27L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279694088376266914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Snoop and production team dabble successfully in wide range of genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Bloated tracklist could be shortened significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Snoop displays star-power and charisma that made him a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensual Seduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBzXeITwYWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBzXeITwYWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Can't Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVjneYFmjiw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVjneYFmjiw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the opening scene of the "Sensual Seduction"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;video, Snoop wails on talk box under flashing disco lights while shimmying in flamboyant 70's-era outfit.  It's a classic Snoop moment -- ridiculous yet still captivating.  He called it a mix of Prince, Roger Troutman, Rick James and Michael Jackson.  Add some rapping and you have a good description of his new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ego Trippin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while his trademark laid-back rapping is still sharp, Snoop is more entertainer than rapper these days.  Freely admitting to no longer writing his own lyrics, he's a rapper whose transcended rap.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ego Trippin&lt;/span&gt; is a fearless album that finds Snoop signing over a remake of the 80's hit "Cool" and dedicating "My Medicine", a country song about a dope fiend, to his "main man Johnny Cash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has reason to celebrate, as he explains on the darkly nostalgic "Never Have to Worry": "15 years in the game and I'm still relevant, it's a blessing."  There's been enough drama for 5 careers -- from debuting on Death Row, the 'most dangerous label in rap' through a widely publicized murder trial, a stint with Master P and a long-running feud with Suge Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His care-free attitude extends to the genre-bending production, masterminded by 80's maestro Teddy Riley.  It blurs the line between rap, soul, g-funk and 80's pop, while still leaving room for gems like the Irish-melody "Why Did You Leave Me" and the gospel-tinged "Can't Say Goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At over 80 minutes long with 20 skit-free songs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ego Trippin&lt;/span&gt; could have tightened significantly.  It's a credit to Snoop's mic presence and the album's cohesiveness that you don't really mind.&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-1246233166884921294?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1246233166884921294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rating-45-stars-pros-snoop-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/1246233166884921294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/1246233166884921294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rating-45-stars-pros-snoop-and.html' title='Snoop Dogg -- Ego Trippin'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUU9zORlsKI/AAAAAAAAACU/jxOkoQUw4cQ/s72-c/51yw3gts27L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-4818370424339325875</id><published>2008-12-14T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:08:25.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarface'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houston rap'/><title type='text'>Scarface -- MADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTYx4YnFzI/AAAAAAAAACE/kvcZb2QSTLk/s1600-h/scarface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTYx4YnFzI/AAAAAAAAACE/kvcZb2QSTLk/s320/scarface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279583014645864242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wide-ranging and engaging look at the unglamorous life of Houston's greatest rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; An album more at home in 1997 than 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Scarface eschews modern rap and puts out "oldies" album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlABaoQrzP8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlABaoQrzP8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Who Do You Believe In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4xcWuvcr7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4xcWuvcr7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rap has always been a young man’s game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While the Rolling Stones can still make a fortune touring, hip-hop pioneers like Rakim and KRS-One have long since faded into obscurity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the teenagers who grew up listening to rap in the early 90’s are almost forty years old now – old enough to be Soulja Boy’s parents.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Scarface brought rap to the South with the Geto Boys 1991 album &lt;i style=""&gt;We Can’t Be Stopped&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nearly two decades later, the Houston legend speaks for many of his fans when he talks about the current rap scene: “If I leave, they won’t respect the South, because n***** soft / Talking bout what’s in they mouth; talking about what’s in they cars and house / And that ain’t what we all about.”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where his 2002 classic &lt;i style=""&gt;The Fix&lt;/i&gt; had appearances from Jay-Z and Kanye West, “M.A.D.E.” is stubbornly old-fashioned – an ‘oldies’ rap album.  And with only 10 songs and no mainstream collaborations, there aren’t any attempts at radio play.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It sticks faithfully to his trademark style – dark, uncompromising subject matter over simple-soul tinged beats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s an album that could have been released a decade ago.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This doesn’t mean he hasn’t changed artistically, if anything, the ensuing years have made him even more jaded and cynical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;M.A.D.E. &lt;/i&gt;is certainly not an uplifting testament to the human condition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best verse of the year may be on &lt;i style=""&gt;Who Do You Believe In&lt;/i&gt; when he focuses on the ghetto “that changed for the worse.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Suicide Note&lt;/i&gt; tells a haunting story about a friend’s death and &lt;i style=""&gt;Go&lt;/i&gt; doubts his ability to stay faithful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His wry, monotone delivery fits well with album’s world-weary tone; you’ve never heard talk of lesbians and threesomes delivered so dispassionately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many rappers of Scarface’s generation have become parodies trying to remain relevant (LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg), while others have tried to chase different entertainment careers (Andre 3000, Ice Cube) or become executives (Dr. Dre, Jay-Z).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In returning to his past, &lt;i style=""&gt;M.A.D.E.&lt;/i&gt; offers a new blueprint for these aging rappers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a formula that will please his fans, and could see Scarface, like the Rolling Stones, sticking around for a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-4818370424339325875?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4818370424339325875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/scarface-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4818370424339325875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4818370424339325875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/scarface-made.html' title='Scarface -- MADE'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTYx4YnFzI/AAAAAAAAACE/kvcZb2QSTLk/s72-c/scarface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-284414934502566949</id><published>2008-12-14T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:50:46.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassidy'/><title type='text'>Cassidy -- BARS: The Barry Adrien Reese Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTVGiZqaCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wec0KfK3Mzw/s1600-h/cassidy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTVGiZqaCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wec0KfK3Mzw/s320/cassidy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279578971475437602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Swizz Beatz and Cassidy remain a great musical tandem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Newfound maturity is undercut by gangster posturing on lyrically inconsistent album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;To live up to his potential, Cassidy needs to finally decide on what type of music he wants to put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Drink &amp;amp; My Two-Step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7q6yPRjN-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7q6yPRjN-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NaZTZOoGZ-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NaZTZOoGZ-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s been two long years since “I’m a Hustler” for Cassidy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shortly before his 2005 album was released there was a shootout behind his house that left an associate dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially charged with first-degree murder, he served 8 months for involuntary manslaughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon after coming out of jail, a car crash left him in a coma with a fractured skull and a coma.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rappers have long made artistic hay out of personal tragedy, so it’s no surprise that “B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story” focuses so heavily on his troubled personal life. “Innocent”, the album’s standout track, gives his side of his legal troubles over a smooth R&amp;amp;B chorus and soulful piano chords.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Calling himself a changed man, he credits his faith for his survival on “Leaning on the Lord” and “All by Myself.”     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But while leaving the streets behind makes sense for Barry Reese, Cassidy the rapper hasn’t been able to make the same commitment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, his biggest hit (“I’m a Hustler”) revolved around drug dealing and bravado.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The end result is a silly dichotomy – apologizing for the death of a friend after he cackles that he “beat a murder.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On “I Miss the Game” he notes that too many rappers follow the same blueprint: “Now every rapper on some ‘bust that gat’ (expletive) / Cut that crack (expletive) / Forget that whack (expletive)”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet earlier on the album, he boasts that he “really sold pies” and “can talk that gun stuff / cuz I’ve done that gun stuff.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Producer Swizz Beatz, the Dr. Dre to his Eminem, has been both good and bad for Cassidy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Club smashes like “My Drink &amp;amp; My 2 Step”, which almost any rapper could have made a hit, come with a burden of commercial expectations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the punch-line rapper who earned his fame on the brutal Northeast mix tape circuit launched his career with the cheesy R. Kelly ballad “Hotel.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Three albums into his career, Cassidy probably won’t become the star Swizz wants him to be, but there may be a place in rap for Barry Reese.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-284414934502566949?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/284414934502566949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/cassidy-bars-barry-adrien-reese-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/284414934502566949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/284414934502566949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/cassidy-bars-barry-adrien-reese-story.html' title='Cassidy -- BARS: The Barry Adrien Reese Story'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTVGiZqaCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wec0KfK3Mzw/s72-c/cassidy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-4138263695287935427</id><published>2008-12-14T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:36:45.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay-z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Jay-Z -- American Gangster "Soundtrack"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTQWVuSoAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mZic3uAr4QQ/s1600-h/american+gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTQWVuSoAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mZic3uAr4QQ/s320/american+gangster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279573745392066562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Movie tie-in gives Jay-Z excuse to rap about drug dealing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Lyrical versatility he tried for on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdome Come &lt;/span&gt;is out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Proves Jay-Z hasn't lost his fastball after widely-panned comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant Sh*t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xH6NNBa8yLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xH6NNBa8yLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkYZHnMQQhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkYZHnMQQhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boil down nine albums’ worth of lyrics and Jay-Z’s career can be summarized in one line: “I sold kilos of coke, so I’m guessing I can sell CDs.” The Armani suits and corporate image gloss over the fact that today’s more violent “hustler/rappers” (50 Cent, Jeezy) merely take his blueprint to its logical conclusion.   &lt;p&gt;He attempted to distance himself from that persona on last year’s comeback album &lt;i style=""&gt;Kingdom Come&lt;/i&gt;, only to be met with critical derision and lackluster sales.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So &lt;i style=""&gt;American Gangster&lt;/i&gt; is an almost spiteful return to his roots: “Y’all got me really confused out there. I make &lt;i style=""&gt;Big Pimpin&lt;/i&gt; … you hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st century. I make some thought-provoking (stuff), you say I fallen off. I’m going to really confuse y’all on this one.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The more commercial stylings of &lt;i style=""&gt;Kingdom Come&lt;/i&gt; are absent. Instead it’s the type of old-school East Coast rap album rarely seen anymore — soul samples on top of hard-hitting bass and dramatic instrumentation. Diddy even brings back the Hitmen (the production team for many of Bad Boy’s early hits) for five songs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While lines of movie dialogue are occasionally interspersed, &lt;i style=""&gt;American Gangster&lt;/i&gt; is really a Jay-Z album with some Frank Lucas packaging. He uses the concept to embrace his inner “bad guy” and vividly detail the rise and fall of a hustler: from the bottom (&lt;i style=""&gt;American Dreamin&lt;/i&gt;) to the top (&lt;i style=""&gt;Party Life&lt;/i&gt;) and back again (&lt;i style=""&gt;Fallin&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yet even as he mesmerizes with stories from a life he left a lifetime ago, he can’t resist noting the absurdity of it all: “Don’t fear no rappers / They’re all weirdos, DeNiros and actors / So don’t believe everything your earlobe captures / None of what you hear, even if it’s spat by me / and with that said, I will kill (expletive) dead.” It’s his true genius: in a game where authenticity is everything, he’s made a career out of acting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-4138263695287935427?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4138263695287935427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/jay-z-american-gangster-soundtrack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4138263695287935427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/4138263695287935427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/jay-z-american-gangster-soundtrack.html' title='Jay-Z -- American Gangster &quot;Soundtrack&quot;'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTQWVuSoAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mZic3uAr4QQ/s72-c/american+gangster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-8222828291408103951</id><published>2008-12-14T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:18:33.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatlip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharcyde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tre'/><title type='text'>Fatlip &amp; Tre Live Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTNaukpIcI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmqjztE1nyI/s1600-h/trehardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTNaukpIcI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmqjztE1nyI/s320/trehardson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279570522247078338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long removed from their heyday as members of the West-Coast alt-rap group &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pharcyde&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fatlip and Tre&lt;/strong&gt; performed in front of a small crowd of fewer than 50 inside Emo’s on Thursday. The two have been scratching out solo careers ever since Pharcyde, an underground group that achieved crossover success in the mid-’90’s with hits such as “Runnin” and “Passin Me By,” disintegrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the small turnout suggests, neither has been able to top Pharcyde’s success. And while they were clearly nonplussed by the initially drowsy audience, they still managed to put on an excellent show. It was old-school hip-hop at its finest: two emcees and a DJ moving the crowd with just a turntable and some microphones. &lt;p&gt;They opened with a medley of Pharcyde classics, but the biggest reaction came when they started playing their more recent work, in particular songs from Fatlip’s 2005 solo album “The Loneliest Punk.” The duo shared the stage well, alternating verses as the crowd sung along to underground hits such as “What’s up Fatlip” and “Today’s Your Day.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And even though Fatlip had the more popular songs, it was Tre, aka Slimkid3, who stole the show. Wearing a wide-brimmed hat low on his head and a faded Polo shirt, his infectious energy made him seem like the bigger star. Alternately hectoring and praising the crowd, he won them over by bringing various girls on stage to dance and rap his verses: “I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch / because the only itch I have is for the indoe or ‘cess.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The show ended with Tre passionately pleading with the audience not bootleg their music, a particularly widespread problem in underground rap, whose computer savvy fan-base has been on the file-sharing forefront. He told them if they don’t support their favorite artists, one day they’re going to wake up and wonder where those artists went.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After all, no matter how well Tre and Fatlip perform, if no one’s there to see it, his prophecy might come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pharcyde -- Runnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hf_yOLzRc6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hf_yOLzRc6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatlip -- What's Up Fatlip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SK_WfF6hf2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SK_WfF6hf2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-8222828291408103951?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8222828291408103951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-removed-from-their-heyday-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8222828291408103951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8222828291408103951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-removed-from-their-heyday-as.html' title='Fatlip &amp; Tre Live Show'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTNaukpIcI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmqjztE1nyI/s72-c/trehardson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-7565646536451928354</id><published>2008-12-14T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:59:01.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black eyed peas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will.i.am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Will.i.am -- Songs About Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTIPnVAc_I/AAAAAAAAABk/mvMS2MR6wKQ/s1600-h/william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTIPnVAc_I/AAAAAAAAABk/mvMS2MR6wKQ/s320/william.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279564833765749746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well-produced merging of rap, techno, R&amp;amp;B and house music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Lyrical content what you'd expect from Black Eyed Peas front-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Great party CD full of lyrics meant to be sung along with, not thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YD9hiXAdlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YD9hiXAdlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few years, will.i.am has aimed for a difficult balance — maintaining artistic credibility while churning out some of the crassest, lowest-common-denominator hits in pop music. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The front man and producer of the Black Eyed Peas, he’s responsible for &lt;i style=""&gt;My Humps&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Fergalicious&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Let's Get Retarded&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet he has also produced critically-praised songs for Nas, the Game and Sergio Mendes. This creative flexibility is on full display on his solo album &lt;i style=""&gt;Songs About Girls&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The inane-sounding title belies a surprisingly coherent concept album. It follows the painful dissolution of a long-term relationship — from denial (&lt;i style=""&gt;She's A Star&lt;/i&gt;) to pleading (&lt;i style=""&gt;One More Chance&lt;/i&gt;) to anger (&lt;i style=""&gt;Fantastic&lt;/i&gt;) and finally acceptance. There is some BEP-esque absurdity, with one song comparing a girl's butt to a &lt;i style=""&gt;Donque&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Free from the compromise inherent in the group dynamic, &lt;i style=""&gt;Songs About Girls&lt;/i&gt; is the unleashing of his creative id.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He merges hip-hop, house, techno and R&amp;amp;B for a distinct sound that feels both futuristic and nostalgic. Conventional song structure is abandoned — raps merge abruptly into melodies, choruses flow on endlessly and beats meander for minutes on end. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But his decision to forgo lyrical structure was probably unavoidable. While he remains nominally a rapper, without the rest of the Peas, his lyrical ability is often so deficient it's distracting. Lead single &lt;i style=""&gt;I Got It From My Mama&lt;/i&gt; features gems like "If the girl real pretty, nine times out of 10, she pretty like her mama / And if her mama real ugly, I guarantee ya she goin be ugly like her mama." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At his best he makes irresistibly catchy music like &lt;i style=""&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/i&gt;, the album's high point. There’s no denying his talent; any producer who can make Fergie a superstar is not someone to be taken lightly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-7565646536451928354?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7565646536451928354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rating-45-stars-pros-well-produced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7565646536451928354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7565646536451928354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rating-45-stars-pros-well-produced.html' title='Will.i.am -- Songs About Girls'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTIPnVAc_I/AAAAAAAAABk/mvMS2MR6wKQ/s72-c/william.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-8627766414846667701</id><published>2008-12-14T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:52:46.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houston rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chamillionaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>Chamillionaire -- Ultimate Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTFUk3c2UI/AAAAAAAAABc/0E_EqLdoa98/s1600-h/chamillionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTFUk3c2UI/AAAAAAAAABc/0E_EqLdoa98/s320/chamillionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279561620469373250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Good balance of social commentary and gangsta rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; No obvious single means album will probably be overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chamillionaire establishes himself as the best of Houston's new generation of rappers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o1gVk3Q5Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o1gVk3Q5Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ultimate Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRypH3dh7dM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRypH3dh7dM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Combining a plain beat with lyrics about racial profiling, &lt;i style=""&gt;Ridin &lt;/i&gt;was an unlikely No. 1 single. Instead of following a radio formula, it was a song so good, radio had to play it. Chamillionaire became an uncommon rap star — famous not for a big name association or a memorable gimmick but his music.   &lt;p&gt;His follow-up &lt;i style=""&gt;Ultimate Victory&lt;/i&gt; is unwilling to chase success. "Tell the world that I'm more than just a grill/If that's all you hearing, then let me just be for real/Take your contract, to hell with a record deal." Eschewing big-name producers and forced collaborations, Chamillionaire sticks with the classic Houston sound: heavy bass lines, dramatic instrumentation and slowed-down beats. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;As a result, its the rare mainstream rap album that flows easily from start to finish. It doesn't hurt that he's an incredibly gifted rapper, with a smooth flow that effortlessly harmonizes within the beat. Where rappers often sound silly merging singing and rapping (Ja Rule), his vocal range makes it seem natural on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing Ovation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most impressively, he has the lyrical versatility to rap about hoes (&lt;i style=""&gt;Industry Groupie&lt;/i&gt;) and haters (&lt;i style=""&gt;Welcome to the South&lt;/i&gt;) while also offering biting social commentary: "Every time I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor/Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss/'N Sync, Makin da Band and Milli Vanilli have broken up." He's so lyrically talented you'll never notice that he doesn't curse once on the entire album. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And though &lt;i style=""&gt;Ultimate Victory&lt;/i&gt; might not have another &lt;i style=""&gt;Ridin&lt;/i&gt;, it's the type of album that builds a long-term fan base. Blindly following the hottest trends won’t reverse rap’s sales decline. After all, while &lt;i style=""&gt;Still Tippin&lt;/i&gt; made his Houston contemporaries (Mike Jones, Paul Wall and Slim Thug) stars first, Chamillionaire seems to be the last one standing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-8627766414846667701?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8627766414846667701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/chamillionaire-ultimate-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8627766414846667701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/8627766414846667701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/chamillionaire-ultimate-victory.html' title='Chamillionaire -- Ultimate Victory'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUTFUk3c2UI/AAAAAAAAABc/0E_EqLdoa98/s72-c/chamillionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-263141119123709031</id><published>2008-12-13T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:53:24.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 stars'/><title type='text'>The Showdown -- Kanye vs. 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS8YozOQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/KevaXdfqwV8/s1600-h/curtis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS8YozOQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/KevaXdfqwV8/s320/curtis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279551794640208770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS8LZUnWiI/AAAAAAAAABM/UOesBGecrcE/s1600-h/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS8LZUnWiI/AAAAAAAAABM/UOesBGecrcE/s320/graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279551567146998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kanye West &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;New minimalist sound keeps album sounding fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; His self-absorption and egotism are becoming increasingly&lt;br /&gt;hard to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; makes strong case for album of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjmrOGv-NTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjmrOGv-NTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnoQlZdabys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnoQlZdabys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;50 Cent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt; Consistent album with very few misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Uninspired work breaks no new ground lyrically or musically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;How many times can 50 remake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Rich or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Die Tryin&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Get Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0mewfFNJLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0mewfFNJLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayo Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru7viJ7RxhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru7viJ7RxhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The Kanye West/50 Cent showdown is finally here. From the Rolling Stone cover to 50's conditional retirement (if Kanye outsold him) announcement, the rappers have masterfully hyped today's releases of &lt;i style=""&gt;Graduation&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Curtis &lt;/i&gt;for months. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;But they face a challenge bigger than outselling each other. Not only are they being counted on to reverse rap's nosedive on the charts (2006 saw a 21 percent drop in album sales), but also to breathe new life into a genre that Nas famously declared "dead" a year ago. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;And although they reside on opposite sides of the hip-hop spectrum, their rise to the top is similar. As gangsta rap exploded in popularity in the '90s, it no longer became enough to deal drugs on wax; to rap required a rap sheet. The entire industry became obsessed with keeping it as real as possible — with 50 and his nine bullet holes the logical conclusion. Less than a year later, Kanye rose to super-stardom by flipping "realness" on its head — reveling in his insecurities and not-so-subtly positioning himself as the antidote to 50's macho posturing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"Realness" was the selling point for their groundbreaking debuts — Kanye's &lt;i style=""&gt;College Dropout&lt;/i&gt; and 50's &lt;i style=""&gt;Get Rich or Die Tryin&lt;/i&gt;. Two albums later, they're no longer lovable underdogs, but international mega-stars. Fame has dramatically altered their lives, how would it affect their music? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; high point is the aptly titled &lt;i style=""&gt;I Get Money&lt;/i&gt;. Over a blistering beat that combines a retro '80s rap sample with menacing synthesizers, he reminds us that: "I take quarter water and sold it in bottles for two bucks / then Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the f*ck?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;An earlier single is even more explicit, as 50 and Tony Yayo laugh &lt;i style=""&gt;Straight to the Bank&lt;/i&gt;: "I ain't even got to rap now, life is made / Said I ain't even got to rap, I'm filthy made." OK, he's rich, now what? It's a question &lt;i style=""&gt;Curtis&lt;/i&gt; never really answers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Lyrically, he hasn't progressed at all, recycling the same themes from his first two albums. He's either a killer still walking the streets (see: &lt;i style=""&gt;My Gun, Man Down, I'll Still Kill&lt;/i&gt;) or a thug with a soft side (see: duets with Mary J. Blige and Robin Thicke). Things bottom out with the failed first single &lt;i style=""&gt;Amusement Park&lt;/i&gt;, a remake of the already heavily recycled &lt;i style=""&gt;Candy Shop&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;But songwriting, not lyricism, made 50 who he is. That's &lt;i style=""&gt;Curtis&lt;/i&gt;’s&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;biggest surprise — there aren't many hits. Before &lt;i style=""&gt;The Massacre&lt;/i&gt; was released, he had four songs in the Billboard Top 10; only &lt;i style=""&gt;Ayo Technology&lt;/i&gt; is likely to make much such noise on the charts. And that has more to do with the Timberlake/Timbaland tandem than 50's superfluous verses. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The production, farmed out to a roster of no-names, is functional — the melodies won't stick in your head, but they'll keep it nodding. &lt;i style=""&gt;Curtis&lt;/i&gt;, essentially a less-inspired remake of &lt;i style=""&gt;Get Rich&lt;/i&gt;, is an unrepentant New York gangsta rap album. It should satisfy his fans, but even a salesman as good as 50 can't resell the same product forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;While 50 steadfastly refuses to acknowledge that his life has changed ("I ain't fresh out the hood / I'm still in the hood"), Kanye can't stop talking about it. &lt;i style=""&gt;Graduation&lt;/i&gt; is his most personal album yet, in the sense that Kanye West is the only real subject. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The social commentary of his earlier works is markedly absent: "Say goodbye to the NAACP award / I'd rather get the 'I got a lot of cheese' award." Whether he's rubbing his success in his doubter's faces (&lt;i style=""&gt;Can't Tell Me Nothing&lt;/i&gt;) or exulting in the &lt;i style=""&gt;Good Life&lt;/i&gt; with T-Pain, &lt;i style=""&gt;Graduation&lt;/i&gt; is a defiant celebration of his career. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Kanye has never been afraid to take risks musically, and &lt;i style=""&gt;Graduation&lt;/i&gt; is no exception. While many songs are still rooted in familiar samples (Michael Jackson on &lt;i style=""&gt;Good Life&lt;/i&gt;, Daft Punk on &lt;i style=""&gt;Stronger&lt;/i&gt;), he opts for a minimalist approach around them — light synthesizers, airy drums and soulful piano chords — instead of the grand hip-hop orchestrations of &lt;i style=""&gt;Late Registration&lt;/i&gt;. The result is a futuristic sound that, befitting the album’s celebratory feel, is almost impossibly cheerful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;This accentuates Kanye the MC, for better or worse. More than ever, he sounds like a star: charismatic enough to remain likeable as he delivers increasingly absurd raps: "I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven / When I awoke I spent that on a necklace / I told God I'd be back in a second / I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny / And what I do? Act more stupidly." Yet his technical skills are still barely passable — flowing like an older roller-coaster picking up speed as it barrels downhill, just barely staying on top of the beat and the edge of disaster. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;50 and Kanye aren't just rappers anymore; they're celebrities. Ignore that celebrity in your raps too much and you become a self-parody (Snoop Dogg), but embrace its insanity too fully and you become an uninteresting bore (see Eminem's appearance on 50's &lt;i style=""&gt;Peep Show&lt;/i&gt;). At times in their third albums, both fail to manage that balancing act. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;If they want to stay relevant, they had better learn how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--endtext--&gt;&lt;!-- vim: set ts=2 sw=2 et: --&gt;&lt;!-- // END OF CONTENT // --&gt;&lt;!--endclickprintinclude--&gt;&lt;!-- The Story Id is (/music/stories/2007/09/0911cds.html) --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-263141119123709031?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/263141119123709031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/showdown-kanye-vs-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/263141119123709031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/263141119123709031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/showdown-kanye-vs-50.html' title='The Showdown -- Kanye vs. 50'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS8YozOQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/KevaXdfqwV8/s72-c/curtis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2238942556324862351</id><published>2008-12-13T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:00:03.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yung Joc'/><title type='text'>Yung Joc -- Hustlenomics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS17I0MuiI/AAAAAAAAABE/w-ASVNmiziA/s1600-h/hustlenomics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS17I0MuiI/AAAAAAAAABE/w-ASVNmiziA/s320/hustlenomics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279544690768394786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Several catchy songs that would get any party jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Rushed album gave Joc no chance to match debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Sophomore slump could derail Joc's career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play Your Cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAgvepUqIcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAgvepUqIcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottle Poppin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGYmjTgpg5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGYmjTgpg5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In a strange bit of irony, Yung Joc's new album &lt;i style=""&gt;Hustlenomics&lt;/i&gt; is an almost textbook example of a hustle: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1. Capitalize on a brand name while consumers still have a positive association with it. &lt;i style=""&gt;Hustlenomics&lt;/i&gt; was rushed to the market a little more than a year after Joc's breakthrough &lt;i style=""&gt;New Joc City&lt;/i&gt;. The lead-off single &lt;i style=""&gt;Coffee Shop&lt;/i&gt; was released two months after the last single from &lt;i style=""&gt;New Joc City&lt;/i&gt; peaked on the charts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;2. Associate the product with as many big names as possible. Though &lt;i style=""&gt;New Joc City&lt;/i&gt; became a surprise hit thanks to the synthesizer-heavy chemistry between Joc and producer-mentor Nitti, &lt;i style=""&gt;Hustlenomics&lt;/i&gt; has a long list of A-listers thrown haphazardly together: Diddy, Game, the Neptunes, Snoop Dogg and Jazze Pha. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;3. Make an appeal to every demographic, regardless of the product's strengths. Joc's fan base is primarily teenagers and party-goers (he has toured with Omarion, Ne-Yo, Ciara and T-Pain). And after an album of clubbing and bottle-popping, his gangsta raps ("You don't want no static / holes through your chest hard to breathe like asthmatics”) feel forced.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Joc’s laid-back drawl and raspy voice work well with up-tempo synthesizer songs like his breakthrough hit &lt;i style=""&gt;It’s Goin Down&lt;/i&gt; or the Cool &amp;amp; Dre produced &lt;i style=""&gt;Play Your Cards&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s likeable enough to deliver drug-dealing rhymes ("First I take they order like a coffee shop / Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop") alongside a children's chorus without seeming out of place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 14.4pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;But instead of letting Joc build on his promising debut, Bad Boy decided to make a quick buck. For all his talk of "teaching you how to hustle," he hasn't figured out who the real hustlers in the rap game are. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-2238942556324862351?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2238942556324862351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/yung-joc-hustlenomics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2238942556324862351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/2238942556324862351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/yung-joc-hustlenomics.html' title='Yung Joc -- Hustlenomics'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUS17I0MuiI/AAAAAAAAABE/w-ASVNmiziA/s72-c/hustlenomics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-7649080658632324742</id><published>2008-12-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:38:15.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimp c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bun b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugk'/><title type='text'>UGK -- Underground Kingz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSywJSX0rI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RIF8K9zk-zk/s1600-h/ugk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSywJSX0rI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RIF8K9zk-zk/s320/ugk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279541203381506738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Long-awaited collaborations with fellow Southern greats&lt;br /&gt;don't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Bloated two-disc tracklist will thrill long-time fans, exhaust&lt;br /&gt;the uninitiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;UGK makes a triumphant return with Pimp C out&lt;br /&gt;of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Playaz Anthem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IADzX68s4-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IADzX68s4-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Long Can It Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLWd3tOF05c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLWd3tOF05c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before Southern rap dominated the airwaves and long before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Pimpin&lt;/span&gt;, Bun B and Pimp C "put out a record at the age of sixteen / rapping about moving work, candy paint and sipping lean." Fifteen years later, not much has changed, as the two Port Arthur rappers follow this same formula over laid-back bass lines and sparse '70s soul samples.              &lt;p&gt;Their unique sound influenced a generation of rappers. And while those same rappers (Jeezy, T.I.) tweaked that blueprint to sell millions of records, UGK stubbornly stuck to their guns. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Underground Kingz&lt;/span&gt;, like their previous work, is a relentless chronicle of the street life – cars (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;), women (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like That&lt;/span&gt;) and drugs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cocaine&lt;/span&gt;).  But as Bun B makes explicit on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Long Can It Last&lt;/span&gt;, it's not a lifestyle they're terribly proud of: "People think hustling is cool or hustling is live / They don't understand hustlers only hustling to survive / They wish they daddy was home, mama wasn't on drugs / And they didn't have to grow up to be dealers and thugs." &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;The duo share a unique chemistry, which they showcase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Playaz Anthem&lt;/span&gt;, the brilliant first single with Outkast. Over a lush loop of a Willie Hutch song, Pimp C's flamboyant charisma makes an undeniably crass verse about pimping seem endearing. Bun B is the thoughtful lyricist, mirroring the menacing drum line perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;At more than two hours long, "Underground Kingz" is equal parts exhausting, uncompromising and triumphant. There is a great album buried somewhere in the midst of its 28 songs, but the listener will have to dig to find it. You get the feeling UGK wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-7649080658632324742?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7649080658632324742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rating-35-stars-pros-long-awaited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7649080658632324742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7649080658632324742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/rating-35-stars-pros-long-awaited.html' title='UGK -- Underground Kingz'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSywJSX0rI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RIF8K9zk-zk/s72-c/ugk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-7092643928919862022</id><published>2008-12-13T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:37:13.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 stars'/><title type='text'>Common -- Finding Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSvUvH4AGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3_TDPgfhgo8/s1600-h/Findingforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSvUvH4AGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3_TDPgfhgo8/s320/Findingforever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279537433966805090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Best songs rival any in his catalogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; Kanye's attempts at imitating J Dilla's sound fall flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line: &lt;/span&gt;Inconsistent album is weighed down by too many&lt;br /&gt;dreary and forgettable songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Southside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLr66H4CgEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLr66H4CgEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So Far To Go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdZK0HeYkwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdZK0HeYkwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Common explains his new album’s title (“Finding Forever”) on its final lines: "It was in the wind when she said Dilla was gone / That's why I know we live forever through song."   &lt;p&gt;J Dilla, a legendary underground producer and one of Common's longtime collaborators, died last year after a long struggle with a rare blood disease. And although he only produced one track, his presence is felt throughout — Kanye West, who produced the majority of the album, made a conscious effort to imitate Dilla's distinct neo-soul sound. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In that sense, "Finding Forever" sounds like what you’d expect of a Common album. And though lead-off single "The People" and epic closing opus "Forever Begins" prove he hasn't lost his edge, the album's familiarity is a little disappointing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not only has Common rapped on J Dilla-esque beats since 2000's "Like Water for Chocolate," but West's ubiquity makes it feel like a less inspired reprise of 2005's "Be."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Worse many of his stories – a ballplayer caught in the hood, a stripper dreaming of a better life – feel as stale as the beats. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just because music isn't top-100 oriented doesn't make it deep – too often Common and West aim for serious and end up sounding pretentious. The album comes alive when they stop taking themselves so seriously, especially on “Southside”, the Chicago anthem where they trade whimsical rhymes over a hard-hitting guitar lick. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not surprisingly, the Dilla-inspired album sounds best on the one Dilla-produced track ("So Far To Go") where the evocative and understated instrumentation blend beautifully with the D'Angelo assisted vocals. Subtlety has never been West's strong point, and his attempts at aping Dilla's restrained sound ("Black Maybe," "Break My Heart") are dreary and forgettable. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Common made classics with J Dilla (2000's "The Light"), but time always marches forward, and if he wants to continue making timeless music he can't keep looking back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389341417296515123-7092643928919862022?l=tjarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7092643928919862022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-finding-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7092643928919862022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389341417296515123/posts/default/7092643928919862022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjarks.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-finding-forever.html' title='Common -- Finding Forever'/><author><name>JTjarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215300059377871925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSvUvH4AGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3_TDPgfhgo8/s72-c/Findingforever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389341417296515123.post-2436046846864158871</id><published>2008-12-13T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:37:39.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TI'/><title type='text'>T.I. -- T.I. vs. T.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSM_ubHYuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/W5WOivh5fQ4/s1600-h/ti+tip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_80fWFumLXaE/SUSM_ubHYuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/W5WOivh5fQ4/s320/ti+tip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279499689606472418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro:&lt;/span&gt; T.I.'s technical skills as a rapper continue to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con: &lt;/span&gt;After four albums in five years, he's running out of&lt;br /&gt;things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line:&lt;/span&gt; A rare miss for a normally consistent rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Shit Poppin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xikIO6Obi3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xikIO6Obi3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respect This Hustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGDA6olnaT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGDA6olnaT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;T.I. declared himself “King of the South” when he was a little-known local act out of Atlanta.  He earned the title in 2006 with a Hollywood movie and the year’s best-selling rap album.  The aptly named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KING&lt;/span&gt; served as the culmination of a career of striving, spawning two Billboard hits and a Grammy nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the shadow of his previous success looms over his follow-up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T.I. vs. T.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;  After dedicating his career to reaching the throne, he seems unsure what to do now that he has it.  The album’s narrative concept, the struggle between two sides of his personality — T.I. the mature businessman and T.I.P. the hotheaded gangster — is recycled verbatim from a 2003 song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he falls back on the subject he is most comfortable with — himself. While he previously balanced his arrogance with introspection, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T.I. vs. T.I.P.&lt;/span&gt; has songs chronicling his style (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Swag&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Do This&lt;/span&gt;) and his toughness (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt;). Even he seems bored on his lackluster second single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Know What It Is&lt;/span&gt;: "Chart topping ain't a car I ain't got / Number one customer at my own car lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without longtime producer DJ Toomp, the album lacks an anthemic single like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Know&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rubberband Man&lt;/span&gt;. Instead there is a string of synthesizer-heavy beats jam-packed with some of the biggest names in rap (Jay-Z, Eminem, Nelly). The rapid-fire flow he has gradually adopted over the years is near flawless. 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