Missy Elliott - Under Construction (hear “Funky Fresh Dressed”)
6 months agoSwami - DesiRock
I take little convincing over the mixing of Indian melodies, rhythms and harmonies into hip-hop, but hearing an aggressive MC rapping over Indian music/beats really feels odd to me.
11 months ago
Shania Twain - Come On Over (hear some crazy Canadian mash-up)
When did I start listening to country music? It was definitely sometime after I was over the first flush of Fleetwood Mac fever. (A student of mine once claimed Fleetwood Mac was a country music singer, actually.) I would sit in the car outside the gym at St. John’s College in Santa Fe, waiting for my girlfriend, who is an exerciser. I was flipping stations between U2, NPR, Missy Elliott, Lynyrd, country, and this music they have in New Mexico which I think is called Norteño, although I prefer the Taos station that plays it. My country music moment hit me while listening to the song “My Front Porch Looking In” by Lonestar. To be precise, it was the line “There’s a carrot top who can barely walk / With a sippy cup of milk.” (The singer has been travelling all around, but he loves most the view he sees looking in from his front porch; for example, a “sippy cup.”)
I had long enjoyed the extended cliche-sequences and articulated normalcy of country music lyrics. “My baby left me holding the bag, the bag of cats, cats cryin’ in the night, as I howl at the moon, I’m gonna open that bag, that baaag oooof caaats… I let the cat!… outta the bag.” (“Bag Of Cats” © B. Brock) But here was a man singing about sippy cups.
It’s the G.W.Bush effect, or to be precise, the Sarah Palin effect: the difference is eradicated between the master of the universe and a humble householder, or at least that is the story told by the one and believed by the other.
I began listening to country radio with more interest, and soon discovered Shania Twain. Actually, of course I was aware of her music in 1998 when she was busy selling 40 million or so copies of Come On Over. But if you listen to country radio, Shania Twain songs stick out like a half-Labrador Retriever in a litter of German Shepherds. She and “Mutt” Lange took the standard country formula and applied the intensely crafted style Lange perfected on Def Leppard albums.
There’s a lot more to say. About Shania’s use of folksy-isms, about moments of precision, about the Mutt “hey heys” that could almost be cut and pasted from Def Lep songs. I have spent quite a bit of time thinking about the song “That Don’t Impress me Much”.
audio from:
1 year agoCV dream-tern, Chris Han made this really good mash-up of Canadian bands.
Barenaked Ladies - one week
Avril Lavigne - complicated
Sum 41 - fat lip
Nickelback - photograph
Tegan and Sara - the con
The Stills - of montreal
Simple Plan - i’d do anything
Neil Young - heart of gold
MSTRKRFT - work on you
Celine Dion - all coming back to me now
Shania Twain - man i feel like a woman
Broken Social Scene - stars and sons
Nelly Furtado - i am like a bird
Alanis Morissette - ironic
Chromeo - Momma’s Boy
Hot Hot Heat - goodnight goodnight
Arcade Fire - wake up
The Band - The Weight
Sarah McLachlan - i will remember you
Oh Canada
Metric - Monster Hospital
Billy Talent - This Suffering
Missy Elliott - The Cookbook
After Under Construction, a brilliant album justly loved by millions, Elliott quickly threw out This is Not a Test, with a bunch of oddities and changing moods which felt like she was trying fifteen ideas concocted in one brainstorming session. Of course it didn’t work, but it was brave.
The Cookbook strikes me more as a single good idea played out over and over again. It’s a much more cautious approach. I would guess that’s the inspiration for the title - she has the recipe for great tracks, or something.
These three songs are the wild ones.
(warning: contains swears, adult situations, odd phrasing, and repeated syllables)
1 year ago
