lil waynes world

article on lil wayne.  this spring when the album first dropped and we were living with my moms and my brother he played this album everyday.  i had to admit that i liked it.  it definitely makes me bob my head.  and my daughter would shake her groove thing too it. but isnt this guy from cash money and the hot boyz?  two groups that make me want to cringe.  really.  my brother is a rapper, a mc, a poet.  and this is his favorite album.  why?

i find the lollipop song annoying.  frankly, there are not alot of songs dedicated to some guy getting a bj that i would like…so that is just a personal bias.  no it is more than a personal bias.  why the fuck do we need another song about you getting your dick sucked?  same thing goes for my brother…dear young mc’s, please stop talking about getting your dick sucked.  i dont care.  if it was happening as often as you claim, you wouldnt need to write about it.  i mean how many songs do you dedicate to brushing your teeth? see, shit you do ‘all the time’ doesnt really make it into rap songs.  so when you rap about getting your dick sucked, it just lets me know how rare it happens.  peace.  your big sis.

on the other hand ‘a milli’ is funny, unique, strange, southern gothic that i love.   it is also so offbeat  and quirky that  it is fun to dance to because you  have to listen to the music closely in order to catch the assymetric musical and lyrical changes, and by having to listen that closely to the music, you fall into the center of music, and a song that forces you and seduces you into its center, makes you fall in love with the song.

the album does that have that irrepressible sound that makes me want to buy it.  partly, because it reminds me of my brother whom i love.  partly because it is highly listenable.  the kind of album that i want to put on in the morning as i am getting ready,

and his voice on duffle bag boy.  yeah, that is the blues. his voice is better than the playaz circle rhymes…

so i am mixed as to whether i like lil wayne.  but then the album is also mixed of good and mediocre.
so as i struggle through liking an artist i am not supposed to like.  and not liking an artist i am supposed to love, i come to the conclusion that his music is trash.

trash resurrected as art.  that stinks, but gives us incredible vision with decaying materials.  like pop hip hop.  and while i like my art to be a little more scrubbed clean, his music does seem to have a vision that arises out of: shantytowns, trench towns, barter towns … houses on trash heaps, in dried-up riverbeds, in caves, in the Bronx.

and i get the feeling that as i travel and live through these worlds, this album will be bumping out many a home and european luxury with the wrong kind of petrol in it destroying the engine quickly kinda taxicab…if you  know what i mean.

August 15, 2008. Uncategorized.