Have not thought of this song in ages, but it popped in my head and I will love it forever. The timing is a little weird (production needs to be quantized?!), but the simplicity of it, the way it showcased Keyshia Cole’s range (vocal, emotional), sweetened an album about fucked-over malaise, and let us glimpse her vulnerability from a different angle. Kinda like, let this poor dumped girl have a booty call, you know? It’s a little melancholy because that album held so much promise… and now we have… “She,” which is a fine enough generic strip club song with a bi-curious theme and three-years-ago dubstep wobble (sorry, Mustard), but also it just feels like Cole gave up on something along the way (read: album number two). Sigh. 

Anonymous asked:

I know you're a big fan of Ty Dolla $ign (at least "Beach House 2"), but I haven't been able to find anything you've written about him. I also love Ty as a songwriter, but the misogyny does bother me a bit sometimes. Can you maybe share a bit about what you like about him?

Amazingly, you sent me this ask as I was midway through writing a long reported piece on Ty Dolla $ign, and couldn’t answer it then cause, you know, still writing. But now that it’s been out: many of my thoughts are in this cover story for the FADER, which is a profile but also delves into the essential conundrum of his person, his persona, and his lyrics. For a long time, right after Beach House 2 dropped, I imagined the women in “Paranoid” colluding with one another, both understanding Ty’s freak-out but also knowing each other, maybe friends nodding across the club at one another like… “yeah, we’re playing you, too.” I think this is something he has considered, but I do think that he is savvy, and that he has distilled his lyrics to the most basic relatable-at-a-party concepts that he can imagine, for reasons I detail in my story. Also, for what it’s worth, I generally don’t think he is singing the words “bitches” and “hoes” with any malicious intent other than he grew up on West Coast gangsta music and that is the slang—obviously they are not respectful terms but I don’t think he means them to be necessarily *dis*respectful—anyway, we talked about respect and women, much of the rest is here

***OH BUT ADDENDUM, before I wrote this story, I’ve loved Ty for his insane musical talent and also for the puzzling wtfitude of his lyrics, see above

It just blasted my mind open! You can be free!
I had the opportunity to interview Janet Mock for Rookie. The above is the pull quote, but she emanated gems: on girlhood, on teenhood, on writing, on reading, on Bey and Clair Huxtable and on Zora Neale Hurston. I say this a lot when I’m inspired by interviews, but I will reiterate it: we are so lucky to be living in this time, in this now, in this moment, when Janet Mock exists. No hyperbole.

people not from london obsess over london sounds

way more than actual londoners

they try too hard

so most ‘dub/uk/bass nonsense is usually swag

when its made by tom from bath

like …

justin timberlake aint a good dancer..he counts his steps like raatid mathematician

it isn’t natural to him

and it translates

so ramalamadindongman

or whatever he is called

can’t ever nail what he’s trying

because its assimilated

not felt

Second semester in a row I’m assigning my students this Dean Blunt interview because it is a classic. Amazing subjugation of interviewer/throws banality of interviews into question/reads as poetry. I kinda want to interview Dean Blunt if only because I am slightly scared of interviewing Dean Blunt.  
Wearing gold earrings shaped like marijuana leaves and a necklace with a gun medallion, Laganja looks sort of like a hip-hop version of Uma Thurman playing D.C. Comics’ Poison Ivy. Beautiful, but dangerous. Absolutely no filter. As she finished her tenth cigarette of the day, she promises, “Once weed is legal, I won’t smoke cigarettes any more.” As she downs a mysterious drink the bartender handed her, she guesses at its contents. “Something fruity and sour and strong,” she says. “I let them surprise me.”
HAHA LAGANJA. “”Once weed is legal, I won’t smoke cigarettes any more.” YOU LIVE IN CALIFORNIA!!! Dying. 

This is what they got going on in South Africa right now. Very happy to wake up to this. Artist is Umlilo, of Western Cape, who self-describes as a kwaai diva. This will be included in chapter 17 of my voguing book. Maybe chapter 18. Or chapter 35, if I’m about to Dave Tompkins this shit. See you in ten years. At least that gives me enough time to come up with a suitable title. Anyway. Umlilo!