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Erykah Badu’s New AmErykah

April 14, 2010

With New Amerykah Part Two: The Return of the Ankh, Erykah Badu has secured her status as the bonafide Afro-Hippie of the neo-soul generation. Five albums into the music game, her work is still fresh, and gives listeners an occasional throwback to jazz artists like Miles Davis (who reinvented himself countless times) and Billie Holiday, who created a signature style.

Return of the Ankh differs in cohesion alone from World War 4, part one of her NewAmerykah trilogy. The melodies complement each other; she creates a thread that ties all the songs together. Ever the consummate artist, Badu shows her versatility as a contemporary artist by mixing styles and aesthetics on this album. She gives a nod to Biggie’s Junior Mafia in “Turn Me Away (Get Munny);” she represents her R&B following beautifully in “Umm Hmm;” and she doesn’t skimp on her love for hip-hop in her collaboration with Lil Wayne and Bilal on “Jump Up in the Air and Stay There.” She pays homage to Billie Holiday in the song “Out My Mind (Just in Time).” She sings: “I’m a recovering, undercover over lover/ recovering from a love I can’t get over/ And now my common law lover thinks he wants another.”

Of late, it seems Badu has become a victim of her success. In doing something different, she’s become self-indulgent. She’s stitched a career around a persona that once was shy and is now outsized and rebellious. Recently, we’ve witnessed less of the colorfully wrapped Erykah and more of a new Badu that’s free-loving, who changes wigs with each song, is more costume-conscious, more mutable. It’s not that this is a bad thing, as artists should evolve but the thing is–evolutions are slow changes.

Read more on TheRoot.

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Searching for the Old Erykah

April 5, 2010

For the better part of the past 48 hours, I’ve been consumed with listening to Part II of the New AmErykah trilogy. Listening for what is being said, how it’s put together, how it differs from the previous albums. Trying to figure out what I feel about the “Window Seat” video. (I dig the song, by the way.) Measuring all of this into what’s suppose to be a review of the album. I feel that the whole album is now eclipsed by the video.

I decided to let my draft of the review sit for a while and I’ll come back to it tomorrow morning. The important part is that I do what I feel any culture writer (I dare not use the word critic) should do–to see and contextualize, search for meaning, implications, etc.

I pray that’s what I’m doing. It’s very difficult to write objectively about things you’re passionate about. We’ll see what happens.

Meanwhile, I’d like to say for the record that I miss the headwrap wearing Erykah. The down to earth one. The one who kept her clothes on. The one who’d break out into a chuckle out of shyness. I guess I miss the less eccentric Ms. Badu.

Has anyone heard this song, Annie Don’t Wear No Panties?

I’ll post the review for TheRoot once it’s all final.

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Erykah Badu

February 2, 2010

I just got an e-mail from Erykah Badu’s publicist. There seems to be a lot of hype surrounding her latest project: New AmErykah, Part Two: The Return of the Ankh. I can’t wait. More than the album, I can’t wait to meet Ms. badu in person. I wrote about Ms. Badu for The Root back in the day.

Here’s a clip from Ms. Badu on Def Poetry Jam.

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Starting Off Right. . . Happy New Years!

January 1, 2010

Here’s a little Black Eyed Peas for your listening enjoyment.

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Framing 2009, Envisioning 2010

December 29, 2009

Tzyna Pynchback, one of my good writer-friends and I decided to have a conversation about 2009 in all of its beauty and ugliness. We examine the personal and the public and what I think this blog is all about–interrogating culture. What it all means and what can we gather from the music, films, and books that build our cultural lives. This will be the last post for 2009.

abdul ali:  Tzyna, thanks so much for talking to me about 2009. We’re less than three days out of this year….decade!

 Tzynya:  and i want to say good riddance, but with love and respect for all the decade has taught us

 aa:  what are some of those things this almost decade have taught you? I’ve learned so much about faith–not so much in an institution but in the divine and how we’re a part of that spirit world. We have the power to manifest our visions

 t:  this decade has been one of personal transformation. i think it’s important for individuals and for artists to be aware of their ability and need to be a changeling, and to embrace reinvention.

 aa:  can you speak more on the idea of changeling?

 t:  at the start of this decade I was a messy twenty-something– half wife, half mother, leftover daughter–even worse, I was a messy writer without focus.

 aa:  I always feel like a messy writer without focus

 t:  at the end of this decade, I am a better writer because I better understand who I am and who I am not.

 aa:  that’s awesome…

 t:  tell me, do you feel 2009 was a profound ending to this decade or just more of the same?

 aa:  hmm…well as my friend says, 2010 is the actual bookend to the decade but I think there’s always the changing same. There was so much hope and excitement around Obama and it’s difficult to see so much of that waiver. But, I’ve always felt that New Years offers a sense of possibility

 t:  I think 2010 will be the birth of some collective awareness for people globally (and now I sound like a new age wanna-be guru).  I started to feel this way at the year’s half way mark.  2009 was ripe with tumult: hope riding shotgun with fear, despair, and longing.

aa:  I suppose it’s what we make it (or don’t make it) i the end. But, you have to admit there were so serious things that happened this year. Michael Jackson’s passing was huge and it was interesting to reflect on why it was so huge.

 t:  his death came around the time I reconnected with my first love from high school.  I learned of MJ’s death via txt message sent from a friend in St. Louis, just as I had been found by a former lover on Facebook. That first night of his death, I sat up most of the night singing all the songs from his Thriller album with my brother.

 t:  I remembered sitting in the living room of my parents house waiting for the world premier of the music viedo Thriller, I remembered my brothers, my excitement at being the only family on the block to record that video on VHS.

 aa:  What does his songs mean/represent to you? For me, they signal the slow co-option of black culture by cultural forces. That’s what his life reminds me of. But his music celebrates life. I really enjoyed it. Still do. He was a genius.

 t:  MJ’s songs were the soundtrack of my tweens–that wonderful time when you just aware of everything around you and everything is still beautiful. MJ reminds me of being 12 years old and having a crush on the boy across the street and daydreaming of my first kiss, before I understood this world is not safe.

 aa:  I remember black and white. Thriller was played on TV when music videos began to take off but what I recall most was how lavish his lifesyle was. He seemed bigger than anyone, even himself. I wonder was that the media’s doing or his own orchestration?

t:  Maybe both? There has to be a comfort hiding behind spectacle.

 aa:  ha ha. MJ reminds us of the images of black people on and off the camere.I continue to be unimpressed with what’s happening with Black Cinema, at least as far as American black movies go. Skin was an indie film about a South African situation that was compelling.

 t:  Recently I saw the film Yesterday, won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Film (note:  i will check the exact award title) amazing story of a woman in a small African village living with AIDS and trying to get her young daughter into school.

aa:  Why is it films about black folks in other spaces seem more compelling than what’s happening here in the states?

t:  I am underwhelmed by what passes as Black Cinema in this country.

aa:  Absolutely, by why is this? Black Americans are a dynamic people. Why isn’t our film showing this?

t:  I watched The Jefferson’s the other night on television, and George replied to another character, “Nigga please!”, I was shocked, and then suddenly I was not.  So much of what is on television, in fiction, on film today is a high-tech rehash of the same outcry from three decades ago.

 aa:  I’m not so bothered by “Nigga please! I am, however, disturbed to see improvements in so many aspects of black American living but with our art it seems as it it’s frozen, stuck in a time machine. I rarely see myself reflected in film. In fact, I see more of myself in the films like “Revolutionary Road” and “The Reader” that have no black people in the film. This is painful to admit.

 t:  I look at performers like George Lopez and consider the arc of his comedic career and what that reflects for Mexican-Amercians.  Lopez’s new late night show is the spin on the Arsenio Hall show from the 90′s, almost twenty years later how far has Black entertainment evolved?

 We talk about film often, the two of us, and so often the films we discuss, we love, are not Black films.

 aa:  Not very much. There’s been a paradigm shift. You cannot assume that just because you throw a script together with some black actors that ALL black people will love it.

We’ve become more sophisticated as an audience. I wonder if black writers and directors should eventually stop writing “black” stories as they’re so ridiculous.

 t:  Yes!

 aa: and just write good stories. which will mean we need more visionary casting directors so that a black actor can get casted in a script that calls for an actor not  black person necessarily

 t:  one of my favorite films this decade was “Closer” with Natalie Portman, Julia Roberts, Judd Law.  The dialogue is sexy and the characters and their relationships and interactions with one another are loving, and wretched, and loathsome–real.  I am so immersed in the film, and the characters, the fact they are not black is of no concern or consideration.  I see the faces of my friends, of myself in these characters and situations.

Often when I am watching a black American film, their blackness never leaves me, it’s always worn on the top layer of skin. Publisher’s Weekly recently had an article that speaks to that in publishing.

 aa:  do you mean that their humanity dosn’t show—only their blackness?

 t:  I think the writing formula for too long has been:  1)black; 2)woman/man/child/

 aa:  So, after all is said and don what do you think  as writers can do in our small way to contribute to the change we want to see?

 t:  There are too many stories on screen, on page where the emphasis is how, why, when this black man/woman responds to a particular catalyst.

Tell the stories we want to read.

 aa:  or maybe we should write the stories we want to read and see to quote Toni Morrison.

 t:  yes, you know i stole that quote from ms. Morrison lol exactly

Publishers Weekly printed a great article on AA Books in Today’s Marketplace. http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6711430.html

t:  Highlighting what some refer to as the ghetto of publishing: major publishing houses with black imprints. books by, for, and about black people.

t:  I do think it comes down to change, reinvention.  Black art is ready, dying for reinvention.

aa:  I wonder if it needs to die in order to have a rebirth or renaissance…

 t:  a little death is not always a bad thing. it has not gone gentle into that good night, lol

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Starting a Poetry Band

December 17, 2009

One of the challenges of being an artist is having to decide which “art” to push centerstage. We’re all so very complex. Even as writers, there’s such a fertile ground. And, God forbid you don’t choose, you’ll descend into a dilettante. And it will begin to affect other areas of your life. It’s difficult to move forward with your attention compromised in so many directions. 

 Lately, though, I’ve been trying to see the connections between what I do and others do. For instance, I’m a writer  interested in  performance. Ossie Davis was a writer who performed. And I’d like to think that his understanding of language I love music. Always have. When The Roots performed live at Constitution Hall, I was floored that they were an actual living, breathing Hip Hop Band.

I wonder how difficult it would be to piece together a Poetry Band? Nothing big, an instrument or two,  a DJ, and me reading some poems. I’d want to keep it light.

Any takers? Suggestions? Drop me a line!

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Lauryn Hill Does Nina…

December 16, 2009

For my senior thesis at Howard University, I wrote a play about the life and times of Nina Simone. In this play–which I hope to get on a stage soon–I make a comparison to Nina Simone and Lauryn Hill.

One of my favorite songs is Sinnerman. Watch Lauryn’s rendition. What do you think?

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Sade Returns

December 10, 2009

There are few artists that I hold in the same esteem as Sade. For starters, how many recording artists can come out with an album every ten years and still remain relevant?

My moms would play her music in the 80s as she’d give me a bath in the kitchen sink. Hers was a soothing voice. No one could imitate her. And, she’s a Black Brit!

Sade’s new album, Soldier of Love, is suppose to drop early next year. What an awesome way to celebrate the new decade and Valentine’s Day. As Sade, or any art of consequence, deals with love.

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Fade to Black

November 6, 2009

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There’s a “flashback” section in almost every magazine that I read, usually on the last page. Typically, some historic icon or moment is recovered for all to appreciate. I thought I’d cop this journalistic feature here on Words Matter. Since this is a blog about culture, I thought I’d start things off by sharing a cultural moment.  Albeit a private one, that  moment of recognition that time is flying, that you’re getting older and coming full circle.

I recently went to the barbershop. Amy Winehouse’s Fade to Black was playing. I requested the coveted “fade.” I believe here in DC, it’s referred as “tapered” sides. I hadn’t done this in some time but I felt I needed a change. It’s always fascinating to stare in the mirror and watch your scalp fade from flesh to black.

Growing up in Queens, where the rap-turned-acting duo Kid-n-Play were very popular, I’d get a lot of comparisons to Kid. Now that I think of it, high tops were a bit much to maintained but like most things back then, they were a part of the Hip Hop zeitgeist. Everyone was going to house parties back then. Except me.