God Damn It Quincy Jones One Of These Days. The credit you earned from Thriller and Soul Bossa Nova is running out, my friend.
Corrupting Akon with your latest abomination is stretching it a little fucking thin.
Now, I mean, if you take it at face value, it isn't that bad.
And I have nothing against Akon! Akon is alright! Akon...successfully uses the correct amount of Autotune, and he's allowed to because his voice is actually quite versatile and good and blah blah good businessman as well as good voice-man.
Do every single one of his songs sound the same? Absolutely.
(Does the song he did with David Guetta sound exactly like every other Guetta guest star song? Yes. But that's beyond the point, because it's exactly what I want to hear when I step into the club.
However, I've discovered another interesting phenomenon exclusive to me.
I like Akon because he's real.
Now, that's a highly specific word in the overarching hip-hop terminology.
Authenticity is one of the most highly prized characteristics for American music artists today - especially in hip-hop, where the song content often has to do with personal representation, bragging, storytelling, etc etc
Growing up in the ghetto is one of the greatest things that can happen to you as a rapper. Fuck, you could make the case that it's mandatory.
(And that might be a legitimate claim, actually. If you want to connect with that audience you sure as hell better be able to give them a reason to listen to you)
For American artists in particular, this means New York City (Run Fucking DMC,Jay-Z, B.I.G, etc). MAYBE Chicago (Kanye, Common, etc.) or Philly (The Roots, Will Fucking Smith In west Philadelphia, born and raised...?), or Los Angeles if you're lucky (N.W.A, Dr. Dre, etc).
You're pretty fucked if you aren't from the nasty part of a major city.
Which I don't like, of course, because it results in authenticity being such a peacocked characteristic that it masks a lot of personality in stereotypes. Oh, you're from Brooklyn? You're going to rep the FUCK out of Brooklyn, aren't you. You're going to have stomping beats and splashy snares and your music videos are going to have a lot of panning shots of graffiti.
Because that's Brooklyn, goddammit, and that's fine!
But I've developed a new....tic, a new tendency, because of this:
If you're a hip hop artist from OUTSIDE the United States, you automatically have me won over to a significant degree.
If you're any good at all, you will garner my respect much much faster than your respective stateside equal.
Is this bad? It just seems logical to me. It's a continuation of the thought process.
You think you're tough in Ohio? Go to Los Angeles, they're rough as shit.
You think you're tough in L.A., go to Brooklyn.
You think you're tough in the U.S.?
Go to fucking AFRICA.
International artists have an automatic win card.
Back to Akon, for example. He's from Dakar,Senegal.
So, in fact, is MC Solaar.
M.I.A. is, of course, from Sri Lanka.
This guy, Blitz the Ambassador
is from Ghana.
Fuck, man! I don't even know where Ghana is.
50 Cent got shot nine times? Who gives a dick. This guy is from GHANA.
(Also he's got a live horn section on his tracks and is actually quite good regardless of his country of origin. I'm using him to prove a point.)
Hell, even Rihanna is from Barbados, and that makes me like her more because sometimes it shines through! It's legitimate!
("Rude boy", of course, being the Anglo/Jamaican term for either a street-level gangster-type or a fat white boy who likes ska way too much. You decide which one she was going for here.
You can't let it define the musician, though.
That's stereotyping.
More importantly, are there a shitload of really shitty international artists? F'sho.
It's just like everything else, I suppose. It's a beneficial characteristic on those characters who are already beneficial, and it's null and void on those who don't have anything else.
Makeup makes pretty people look prettier, and boring people look like they're wearing makeup.
How depressing.
Oh, and by the way - the reason I'm
is because it's a shitty cover of the song "Strawberry Letter 23" by The Brothers Johnson, one of the greatest funk duos of all time.
SO MUCH BETTER.