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it’s that slumdog millionaire bollywood flow

dear readers,

when the dudes around the way say they got a weakness for women, they mean they like their women weak, got a different girl every day of the weak, lies in every word that they speak, robbing souls cuz inside they so meek, but still so sweet, so i keep my distance like offshore ships, those fleets, this heart got cargos of peace.

female mc’s, the topic is sure to spark the students in my hip hop politics class, shout to zaidy and danychel for their multi-media presentation on the barbification of the female mc, and for the textual analysis of mary j. blige lyrics and videos.  today i opened the arts section of the times to see caramanica’s adept take on nicki minaj.  i think though that the juxtaposition with kesha detracts rather than adds to the analysis.  i mean, there is only one main female mc right now by design.  so pairing nicki, a woman with a sick flow and visible nuanced relationship with streotypical and label dictated female imagery, with kesha just contributes to the lack of abundance that characterizes the current strata of women and hip hop.  the pairing reminds me of the dudes around the way, who talk to their women about their other women, because that’s the way they know how to exert power.  kesha and nicki are barely sonic foils of each other, each deserves their own review.  i like caramanica’s ice smooth writing style, i just feel this article suffers from putting too much weight on the word “female” in the term, “female mc.”

i’m reprinting the article in it’s entirety here.  don’t hate on the times! 🙂


Gaining an Edge in Female Rap Race

It’s virtually impossible to think of Kesha as anything other than a star manqué. At the American Music Awards on Sunday night, her affect was a lot of Lady Gaga, a little bit of Rihanna, maybe some Lita Ford. Her performance of “Take It Off” and “We R Who We R” was Daft Punk by way of Mad Max.
Chad Batka for The New York Times

For more than a year Nicki Minaj has made her name on a series of scene-stealing collaborations.

Andrea Comas/Reuters

Kesha continues her move away from pop singer with her new EP, “Cannibal.”

Nicki Minaj was there too — with two-tone hair and spiky dress — though only as a presenter. “Don’t we all wish we could have green hair and make it look good, like Nicki?” asked Rihanna, who won the award Nicki Minaj was presenting and later slapped her derrière as the two walked off stage. Somewhere off camera, Kesha was probably scribbling down a shopping list: Manic Panic, gluteal implants.

At this time last year Nicki Minaj had established herself as the most important new female voice in hip-hop since Missy Elliott and was on her way to becoming one of the most ubiquitous artists in pop, thanks to a series of scene-stealing collaborations, high on character, technique and energy. For more than a year now, she has been a rejoinder to an endless stream of lovermen, narcissists, tough guys and lyrical monsters, besting them all, from Trey Songz toKanye West.

So it’s odd that upon the release of her proper debut album, “Pink Friday” (Young Money/Cash Money/Universal), she has been bested in some ways by Kesha, who at this time last year was just beginning to figure out how to rap. Kesha released “Cannibal” (Kemosabe/RCA) this week, an EP that continues her move away from pop singer headlong into the sort of bubblegum-snapping slick talk that she has all but cornered the market on. Compared to her debut, “Animal,” which was released in January, “Cannibal” is riskier, narrower and more successful.

Nicki Minaj, on the other hand, has attempted to expand her palette — emotional and lyrical — on “Pink Friday,” with sometimes numbing results. She has spent so much time and effort dismantling traditional female rap archetypes — the vixen, the tough broad — that it’s disheartening to hear her crawl into another box — of self-help-minded introspect — in the interest of maturity. Gone is much of the attitude and exuberance of her guest appearances, replaced with what can only be described as a sense of purpose, something she has never before been burdened by.

And as is clear from this album, maturity is overrated. The first two singles — both huge radio hits, it should be said — have been shocking in the only way still possible with Nicki Minaj: their straightforwardness. “Your Love” and “Right Thru Me” are love songs through and through, and make for some of her least imaginative music. (“Massive Attack,” which was released before them, was a fiasco of overambition and didn’t even make the album.) After a year of unrelenting inventiveness, these are cold songs that deny Nicki Minaj the full range of her skill.

More frustrating are the emotionally fraught numbers here, which are plenty: “Pink Friday” has more in common with a Mary J. Blige album than any hip-hop record. The mode is most convincing on the truly sad “Dear Old Nicki” and the album opener, “I’m the Best,” on which she says, “I’m fighting for the girls that never thought they could win.” But too often — “Fly,” “Save Me,” “Here I Am” — she turns maudlin, as if in search of anOprah couch. Worse, these songs don’t take advantage of her natural gifts as a vocalist: there’s no element of surprise, no unusual vocal tics, no sense of theater, only melodrama.

“Roman’s Revenge” is her most Nicki Minaj-like vocal performance on the album, and it features the rapper with whom she has the most in common: not her mentor Lil Wayne or her labelmate Drake, but another category-killing character-actor outsider, Eminem. Here, she’s invigorated, using space and structure in her trademark way, dropping words in between pregnant pauses:


I hear the mumbling
I hear the cackling
I got ’em scared
You at a stand

These are the expectation-bending rhymes that have made Nicki Minaj the most dangerous rapper to share a song with, and here, even Eminem sounds hungry, wanting to keep up. But that attitude is too scarce on this album, as if now, no longer having to make an impression loudly, she’s unsure of what to say, and how to say it.

Still, even at her dullest, Nicki Minaj is more technically gifted, more thoughtful and more radical than Kesha, which makes it somewhat maddening that, with “Cannibal,” Kesha threatens to become the most influential female rapper of the day, or at least the most popular.

Pretending Kesha isn’t a rapper is no longer feasible. She’s primarily singing on only two songs here, “The Harold Song” and “C U Next Tuesday.” In the past she was accused of appropriating the style of the white-girl hipster-rap curio Uffie, but here, on songs like “Carnival” and “Crazy Beautiful Life,” she might be channeling Kid Sister, or more to the point, they’re both channeling L’Trimm, all sneering saucy talk.

Nevertheless, Kesha’s album has the sound of an artist loosening up to fully inhabit a new creative space, while Nicki Minaj’s reflects the pressure — self-imposed or otherwise — associated with the weight of expectation and moral authority. And while Nicki Minaj frets, Kesha feels more unbound then ever, free to do stupid things, smartly.

“Cannibal” is in every way a slicker and prettier album than her debut “Animal.” She sounds confident in her lyrics, which remain mired in filthy-night-out-soundtrack mode. “I don’t want to go places where all my ladies can’t get in/Just grab a bottle, some boys, and let’s take it back to my basement,” she raps on “Sleazy.”

That song is produced in part by Bangladesh, the Atlanta hip-hop producer, and it’s gargantuan, with reverb-thick marching drums, the type of song any number of more talented rappers would want to have their way with. By contrast, the beat he contributed to “Pink Friday,” for “Did It On’em,” is needling and synthy, more pop-oriented. And Nicki Minaj uses it for some of her familiar gender-twisting. “All these bitches is my sons,” she raps. “And I’ma go and get some bibs for ’em/A couple formulas, little pretty lids on ’em.” Playful and provocative, it’s one of the album’s best insults. Kesha has lower aims, and even less idea of how to achieve them. You hear it on “Grow a Pear,” on which Kesha proclaims, “I just can’t date a dude with a vag.” For her, gender roles are fixed. Her transgressions aren’t subversive, just familiar frat humor coming from a woman’s mouth.

Nicki Minaj’s and Kesha’s audiences couldn’t be more different. Same goes for their styles. That there’s overlap between the two turns out to be the biggest surprise. There’s one outright Kesha-like song on Nicki Minaj’s album: “Check It Out,” produced by will.i.am, on which her vocals are run through a tinny Auto-Tune-like effect. “Competition/Why, yes/I would love some,” she says. Of course she has none in hip-hop — maybe she should be looking elsewhere anyhow.


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happy birthday gandhi ji: my life is my message

dear readers,

october 2, 2010 marks what would have been mohandas k. gandhi’s 141st birthday. today is a national holiday in india, called: gandhi jayanti. widely considered to be the father of a independent indian nation, gandhi emphasized non-violent communication.

gandhi writes, "i want world sympathy in this battle of right against might."

but it’s not just that he didn’t hit back, it’s that he chose his battles wise-like. confounding the empire with civil disobediance, the quit india movement chipped away at economic reliance on the british through events such as the salt march and hunger strikes. ghandi’s non-violence movement was core strategy in the anti-colonial, satyagraha movement, heavily influenced the u.s. based black civil rights movement and is still studied the world over by soldiers of all struggles, regardless of armed status. why?

perhaps because he trumped the sword with smarts. perhaps because he loved truly, and was loved in return. perhaps because he was not perfect, and knew it. definitely because he championed hindu-muslim unity. absolutely because he saw through all the distractions inherent in centuries of colonial conditioning, saw through the distractions to the simplest yet best war tools. most definitely because he lived his life as his message. which i feel we could learn a lot from these days.

the american press is all glee at exposing india’s failures regarding the current commonwealth games. and this summer, when i was in india, so deep in india, i heard plenty of people, foreign and domestic, disdainfully dismissing india for being dirty, smelly, grimy. but they still be coming for more, in droves. because what india may lack in external packaging, it more than makes up for in internal soul. true, western countries may be cleaner, but capitalist cores are supposed to be good at packaging. the product, though, the product been losing quality for a minute. i guess a balance would be nice. a nation state trump tight on the inside and the outside would be cool. international relations, not to mention interpersonal relations, that aren’t simply swinging, willfully uncontrolled from love to hate, would be appreciated. i know i’m striving for balance. i hope gandhi ji would approve.

come back for more,

prof. singh

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on the latest viral smash hit: cee lo green and fuck you

dear readers,

so i’m on my ex’s facebook page, not to stalk just to care, and i see a link to cee lo green’s new song and video called, “fuck you.” it’s rapidly approaching 4 million hits, and just got written up in a rather precious article in yesterday’s new york times. cee lo became known to the pop world through his last hit, “crazy,” with the duo gnarls barkley. instead of giving cee lo his props for continuing to vanguard, the article gives a shallow background on the artist and an in-depth take on the video. but mainly the article takes cee lo to task for using the cuss word, fuck. this from a largely non-investigative national paper of record who places blase articles about the death of millions next to urgent ads for fur coats. this from a paper which is still feeding us the bp line on the deepwater horizon oil spill. anyway, i watched “fuck you” with glee. i can relate. plus i’ve liked cee lo since his days with the dungeon family and he’s always been an innovator, one of the lights from within the depths. here’s a link to the lyrics and the viral sensation itself:

fuck you is an endearing song, catchy, and self-reflexive in an almost broadway like fashion. in it, he addresses class from the vantage point of a working class fellow watching the girl he loves go off with some rich dude. his vocals soar when he laments, “if i was richer, i’d still be with her.” the video, with its karaoke-like lyrically based graphics, is fun and easy on the eyes. cee lo continues to push the envelope of a tightening cultural society by eschewing corporatized hip hop rapping/talking points, namely “i’m rich,” “i’m sexy,” “i’m dangerous to myself and others.” now, i’m not saying i mind these reductionist messages, i’m out here bobbing my head with the rest, getting into heated debates at the beach over the genius of wayne carter.

but let’s be real about the power of the landscape we’re dealing with. hip hop is one of america’s largest exports, its cultural influence alone is untold. reducing hip hop to just a few messages is part of the same tragedy that lifted all real news out of all black radio stations. so songs like young money’s newest, “up all night,” while badass, alienate a largely working class world with their new money mogul mantras. but hey, let’s all pretend we’re popping bottles while we wonder and worry, la lucha continuar, for surely. props to cee lo, and all courageous artists.

stay tuned for more,

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