Sunday, September 9, 2007
I don't dislike Common like so many of my colleagues -- his timbre and tone are so persuasive, so there, that I've often wondered whether it's my fault that, aside from his turn on Kanye West's "Drive Slow," he doesn't reward relistening (this is my way of explaining to myself why I haven't sold my copy of Be despite my not having heard it since August 2005). Surrounded by something resembling a community on Kanye's new mixtape, he sounds upwardly mobile and serious -- in short, a real comer. This is the probably the only context in which I could imagine enjoying "The Game" and "Southside." But then this serious, upwardly mobile fool ruins excellent backbeats by dropping lame lines about his daughter finding Nemo, by his constant reference to "the people" as if demagoguery wasn't his intention, by the needless allusion to "Brokeback," as if someone this serious and upwardly mobile was unaware that there are not only doubt hustlas in his crew on the DL who sneak blowjobs in the limo, but that James Baldwin was a genu-wine homo. But he's got other problems -- a fellow with a Number One album has to stay in the closet in case his love of dogs and yoga got out.
Posted by Alfred Soto at 4:51 PM