November 30, 2012 2 comments
You know the
tip drill. Here are the songs that the MJF staff has had on repeat this week. Get nostalgic; discover music for the first time. For your convenience, we’ve also added this week’s selections as a Spotify Playlist, as well if you are into that kind of stuff.
What have you had on repeat this week?
I’ve been craving some playful 90’s irony, and few people have it mastered like Mr. Ben Folds. I was revisiting some of his old stuff and stumbled across this. The original version came out in 2001 but this particular version is off his Best Imitation of Myself album and includes a soothing 30 second intro to really allow you to contemplate all the sadness in your life. I’m 26 years old, and that lyric above is like my John 3:16. At 4:00 pm at work I’m thinking how I want to stay up and drink or party or watch a movie and by 10:00 pm I’m falling asleep in a recliner. Enjoy your youth while you still have it, people. It is fleeting.
The degree to which I’m becoming obsessed with this song might be cause for worry, since I accidentally sang a bit of the chorus out loud while on the subway yesterday. I feel like Nicki is hypnotizing me. The intoxicating beat, her very official sounding cadence—it almost has me ready to cut a donation check. And, if nothing else, after endorsing Mitt Romney for president, supporting strippers is definitely an upgrade.
Sometimes I get sick of new music. Really sick of it. Occasionally it feels like a chore rather than a hobby. When that happens, I like to go back in time and visit some time-tested classics. This Thanksgiving, I rolled through my local record store (shoutout to Newbury Comics) and picked up a bunch of classic records, including Raekwon’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… As a neophyte to the scene, it’s important to do your due diligence. Of all the records on the album, I’ve been spinning this one back over and over again. Maybe it’s the strings, maybe it’s the comforting familiarity of the drums. The whole thing bangs, and throw the Chef on there snorting lines for good measure.
Sam Sparro is one of those artists I’ve always held close to me like a guarded secret; although I will share his music with close friends, I like to keep his work as a hidden gem. Seeing as though Xmas is the time of giving, however, it’s time I clue our MJF readers in to his greatness. Heavily Prince-influenced, Sparro’s music has always had an extra “kick” to it that would make even the most soulful singer envious. He tackles every subject from having “cottonmouth” to pondering the existence of a higher being (in his most known hit “Black & Gold”). But it’s all done in quirky way and it all comes from a white, gay guy from Australia. Regardless, Sparro is gearing up to release his second album in the states and has been playing random shows around the country to ignite interest in the project. Be sure to look up if he’s coming to a city near you.
Most rappers rap about the glamorous life and Paul Wall is no exception. But it seems that Paul Wall’s love of all things lavish stems from having to deal with everyday struggles just like you and I. When not making custom grills with Johnny Deng, Paul Wall used to be one of the best southern rappers out. His slippery flow and delivery were unmistakable and he maintained more longevity than everyone else associated with the Swisha House collective. And this song is one of those ‘rags to riches’ tales that made Paul Wall the man he is today.
And it has to be the Swisha House remix version. Shout out to Michael Watts for doing that “The People’s Champ” album, the best screwed & chopped album of all time.
The great beige philosopher, Aubrey Graham, once said: “Boo hoo, sad story…black-American-dad story” to describe the commonness of black kids growing up without active fathers in their lives. And while I love that line, being raised by a single-mother is something that transcends color. Sometimes it just comes down to men, in general, not being shit.
On Twitter, saying you know your father/your parents are married is like bragging about owning a Bentley.
— Pappy Mason(@FreshAIG) November 29, 2012
I love Everclear’s “Father of Mine” because Art Alexakis sings the majority of the song from a child’s perspective. When most people complain about not having a dad, they usually reminisce about how hard it was as a teen or how the lack of a father shaped the way they turned out as an adult. Art sang about missing his dad taking him to the movies and being his father’s ‘Golden boy.’ The straightforwardness of it is beautiful. ’97, bitches.
Thief Urban is my new Australian crush and I know very, very, little about him but my BFF (that is way cooler than me who spontaneously moved to Australia) is seeing his debut show and she will give me the dirt. “Closer” has been on repeat for about three weeks, sorry for being selfish but I was waiting for this post to happen. Thief Urban describes himself on his Facebook page as “Electro flavoured RnB pop with great hair.” Most of the R&B I’ve been listening to of late is very icy save for Miguel, so Thief Urban was a nice burst of warmth. If you know anything about me the number one thing I love in music is horns and also up there is unexpected profanity.
Wait, so KB took mine. Bilal’s Love For Sale album leaked in 2006 and Interscope deemed it ‘unmarketable’ after the Internets got to it. The album never got a proper release, but it’s pure uncut dope. Bilal produced every track except 1. “You’re All I Need (Feels Like Heaven)” is my favorite joint on Love For Sale. If you haven’t heard it, you’ll probably like it too. Hypnotic no hyperbole.
Maybe ‘Tis The Season, but Jeremih’s – 773 Love has been finding it’s way into every playlist I make. The MikeWillMadeIt produced slow burner is a pretty suave combination of plush synth swells, filtered drumbreaks and the airy falsetto of Jeremih crooning to this young lady to give him that chance.
There’s no hiding the intentions of this one, so use carefully/sparingly.
London-based electronic producer Tourist’s newest song “Your Girl” is dreamy. Fans of Flume and Star Slinger, you will love him. Check out more of his originals and remixes he’s done over the past year on SoundCloud.
Believe it or not, the NBA athlete formerly known as “Ron Artest” released an album back in 2006 while he was still playing for my beloved Pacers. The recent brawl between the Celtics-Nets had me reminiscing of a similar game that happened around the time Ron-Ron’s album “My World” was released. Haterz runs through the dark period of Metta’s life when he was smoking before games and punching wrongfully accused fans in Detroit, and I let out a hearty chuckle each time this tune pops up on shuffle. Who needs World Peace when we have George Hill? Also, Durant proved that he can actually spit, but who knows if we’ll ever get an album from him. One can only hope, right?
Let me take you back to a simpler time, a time when all I wanted for my birthday and Christmas was a
gift card to Tower Records, a Sacramento institution. My first wallet, complete with Velcro and a 49ers
helmet, would only hold two things: a couple measly dollars and a Tower card with maybe a buck on it.
Any funds I came up on went directly to my CD habit, and Tower was my pusher. The employees were
dope, too: they’d put price tags over the “Parental Advisory” stickers for me.
On one such trip, Michaela, my homegirl since Day One of kindergarten, looked through the stack of CDs
I was holding. I could only get two, and I wasn’t leaving without Puff Daddy and the Family’s No Way
“You have to go with Fashion Nugget,” she said. “Cake is from Sacramento, and their ‘I Will Survive’
cover is fucking awesome.”
Fifteen years later, it’s still true. You would think that a quirky indie band with a lead singer with a
deadpan delivery would struggle to capture the soul of Gloria Gaynor’s original, but John McCrae puts
his heart and an F-bomb into a cover that Ms. Gaynor has deemed her least favorite version ever. But
what the hell does she know?