‘Conscious’ Sound, Uncommon Success

NPR profiles conscious rapper Common:

He shuns popular trends in hip hop and focuses on some of the art form’s core principles: storytelling and presenting music with a message.

Common, born Lonnie Rashid Lynn Jr., is part of a tradition of so-called “conscious artists” like Dead Prez, The Coup and Mos Def who try to bring social and cultural messages back to the airwaves. Though now he embraces being a conscious artist, there was a time when he shunned the label as pigeonholing his music.

Thug Passion

A bottle of Alizé Rose is half empty already, and I just got it at the liqueur store this afternoon. The exotic blend of natural passion fruit, French Vodka, litchis, strawberries and rose essence created a perfect taste, not too sweet and not too rich. On top of its exquisite flavor, Alizé also brings back the memory of 2pac. Remember that “Thug Passion” he once introduced? “One part Alizé, one part Cristal… This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard.”

Bang Kieu – Hoai Cam

Bang Kieu is the kind of pop singer you either love or love to hate. Love him because he could flight above octaves like a rocket. Love to hate him because dude sounds like a lady, especially on the upper register. So like him or loathe him depends upon whether you could get past the pussiness in his countertenor or not.

Bang Kieu knows that he has the type of timbre that isn’t easy to listen; therefore, he must choose his songs wisely, and he has done so based on his consistent performances on Paris by Night. So on his newest record, Hoai Cam, I am not surprised that his repertoire includes Van Phung’s “Toi Di Giua Hoang Hon,” Pham Duy’s “Mua Thu Chet” and Ngo Thuy Mien’s “Ban Tinh Cuoi.” They are suitable for his octave-jumping style. “Ban Tinh Cuoi,” in particular, is one of those ballads that listeners just wait to witness how he jumps across the towering bridge without collapsing in the middle. What surprised me though is his rendition of Pham Dinh Chuong’s “Nua Hon Thuong Dau.” Somehow his voice transmutes into a broken-hearted woman whose soul is drowning in a sea of sorrow. His falsetto is just amazing, as if it comes straight from the clit.

Although Hoai Cam is a new album, it isn’t really new. Despite how good his deliveries are, old standards are nothing but old standards. He might have brought some fresh approaches to them, but they have been covered so much that they eventually worn off. It must be really hard to be a Vietnamese hit. They just don’t want to leave you alone, especially big moneymakers like Thuy Nga production.

Healthy Meal

Last night’s dinner were just a simple grill salmon with tomato sauce with steam broccoli and a real-fruit smoothie, which includes blueberry, peach, plum, banana, orange juice and a couple shots of Peachtree Schnapps. During the summer time, Vassar’s Retreat got me hooked on its smoothie. I had to have one a day until a couple of days ago they closed down the station. To get my fruity fix, I had to go get myself a blender to make my own. Who knows, I might open a Boba-tea joint one day if I could come up with some tasty flavors.

Summer Jam of the Day

As I was blasting the Life and Times of S. Carter to wake myself up during my morning commute, “Big Pimpin’” brings back the hot summer vibe in 1999. At the time, the tune was like the soundtrack for the beach. Although the radio played it all summer long because Timbaland’s beat was ridiculously addictive, I didn’t find it intriguing until I heard the album version. The unsanitized lyrics, which were too hot for radio, blew me away:

You know I thug ’em, fuck ’em, love ’em, leave ’em
Cause I don’t fuckin’ need ’em
Take ’em out the hood
Keep ’em lookin’ good
But I don’t fuckin’ feed em
First time they fuss I’m breezin’
Talkin’ ’bout what’s the reasons
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust and believe ’em
In a cut where I keep ’em
‘Til I need a nut
‘Til I need to be (in) the guts
Then it’s beep-beep and I’m pickin ’em up
Let ’em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head
I’m ma break bread
So you can be livin’ it up
Shit I part wit nothin’
Y’all be frontin’
Me give my heart to a woman
Not for nothin’ never happen’
I’ll be forever mackin’
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience and I hate waitin’
Hoe get your ass in…

The World’s Greatest Trumpet Player

Part 2 of Louis Armstrong’s profile on NPR:

By his early thirties, Louis Armstrong had already revolutionized jazz forever. Working with his mentor “King” Oliver in Chicago, Armstrong explored and expanded the sounds of his native New Orleans. He developed his improvisational genius with Fletcher Henderson’s orchestra in New York, then returned to Chicago already billed as “The World’s Greatest Trumpet Player,” and recorded the legendary Hot Fives sessions. By the early 1930s, Armstrong had displayed unprecedented virtuosity, sculpting the jazz solo into a unique art form and invigorating the jazz world with a new rhythmic vision of swing.

Listen to the program here.