In November 2015, I predicted Anderson .Paak‘s rise to stardom while discussing Dr. Dre‘s “Compton“. And I had no idea he was such a talented individual back then. I consumed a couple videoclips for the “Venice” singles and wasn’t particularly impressed but his voice was unique and got stuck in my head. Two days later, “The Season / Carry Me” dropped and I was floored. It was exactly what the world needed, it was obvious. As the release date approached, “Come Down” appeared and the funk was within us.
Still, I wasn’t expecting such a consistent and well-thought-out album. When “Malibu” arrived it was already over. Anderson .Paak won by knockout. As the year went by he became the vocalist to call and was invited to participate in virtually every project that came out of the USA. He began appearing as a musical guest in talk shows and, surprise!, Boom!, he played the drums and had a band. Later on, he stole the show at every music festival and his fate was sealed. In a move that surprised no one, Dr. Dre signed him to Aftermath. “… and fuck fame/ That killed all my favorite entertainers”… beware of your own words, Mr. .Paak.
In The Needle Drop‘s “Malibu” review, Fantano made a good point: even with the presence of superstar producers, the album sounds synthetic and relies too much on loops. It has some, but it could be even better with more live instrumentation. His “Tiny Desk Concert” is proof, the already wonderful songs come alive and breath fresh air. Simple and sexy, butter and velvet. It’s ridiculous. Still, I don’t listen to “Malibu” that much. Maybe it’s too R&B for me. Maybe too happy. Maybe I’m waiting for a live album or one for the more aggressive Nx Worries project he has with producer Knxwledge. One thing’s for sure, there are no filler songs in that album and .Paak more than proved himself as an artist. The kid is just starting, let him spread his wings and he’ll burn the world down.
This blog exists because I need work.
Paying jobs as a writer.
You should hire me and compensate me in Dollars or Bitcoin.
So, I’m writting in english for the first time in my carreer. Competing on the widest market on the Internet, which sounds logical and I suppose I should have done it sooner. I love the spanish language with a passion, but those people in my country, Venezuela, never really got me. I’m not hurt by it and I’m not complaining. My worldwide-cuttingedge-alienlike sensibility was too much for them and that’s alright. But with you, that’s another story. I finally found my audience.
So, you know?, hire me.
P.S. I also need followers and likes, you know how employers are with that shit. So, you know? Tell your friends I arrived.
“Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition”
– Dr. Timothy Leary
At fist I thought this was the most rock Radiohead had put in al album in over a decade. I was wrong. I’m not an “In Rainbows” or “The King of Limbs” fan, but I love the rest of their output. This new one, I don’t feel like listening to it too much. There’s no deniying the high quality of the music inside “A Moon Shaped Pool“, but Thom Yorke is still in crying mode and Jonny Greenwood still won’t play guitar. In spite of that, they archieved something special. It just doesn’t appeal to me specifically.
I’m still in awe about “Burn the Witch“, and the video is probably my favorite of the year. I also enjoy “Decks Dark” and “Identikit” tremendously. I don’t like “Daydreaming” at all, but I wouldn’t move the dial if it came up on the radio. “True Love Waits” grew on me, even though I’m not a ballad man. The rest is alright, and it has sublime moments, but I cant’t help but miss the old days, when they were a rock band. The album is still #2 among the critics and #1 among the public according to Album of the Year, so I guess Radiohead will survive the judgement of my two or three paragraphs.
True artist, right here. It’s not exactly my kind of music, but I won’t complain. I wouldn’t know in what genre to classify him in, is this soul? No, but it does have one. All I can say is his power, angst and honesty are palpable. He came from the past or another planet to show us how it’s done. In the last song, “Adios”, he sings:
Adios to the little child in me
who kept on blaming everyone else
instead facing defeat
After all, why should I regret?
If it wasn’t for the mistakes
I made yesterday
where will I be by now?
Let that be our lesson for the day.
“I don’t believe anything, but I have many suspicions.”
― Robert Anton Wilson
MC/ DC poster in the streets of Caracas
Saving Venezuela from absolute boredom, one poster at a time.