Posts Tagged ‘Alicia Keys’

CD Review: Jay-Z, “The Blueprint 3″

51bTJoTAhbL._SCLZZZZZZZ_[1]“I’m talkin’ ’bout music, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout rap,” spits Jay-Z in the opening moments of The Blueprint 3’s leadoff track, “What We Talkin’ About,” and if you didn’t know any better, you’d be inclined to believe him: it’s a chilly, synth-frosted hip-hop/new new wave summit, boasting production from Kanye West, several snaky minutes’ worth of chest-beating from the man with his name above the title, and vocals on the hook from Empire of the Sun’s Luke Steele. Before it’s over, Jay-Z has done everything from take credit for being “a small part of the reason the President is black” to peeling off guffaw-worthy lines like “Grown men want me to sit ‘em on my lap / But I don’t have a beard, and Santa Claus ain’t black / I repeat, you can’t sit on my lap / I don’t have a beard / Now get off my sack.” Long on wit and short on big, dumb hooks, “What We Talkin’ About” is an auspicious beginning, one that suggests Jay-Z’s recent, much-ballyhooed appearance at a Grizzly Bear concert was just the beginning of a brave new world of eyebrow-raising hip-hop collaborations that actually work.

In the end, it doesn’t really turn out that way, but to its extreme credit, the first half of The Blueprint 3 actually makes you think Jay-Z’s going to pull it off. (more…)

Unsolicited Career Advice for … D’Angelo

Many thanks to Reader Jeff (an old pal from my Rutgers days) for reminding me about the time Uncle Donnie was invited up on stage at a D’Angelo show to play tambourine. Well, he wasn’t really invited; he just kinda wandered up there. But according to Jeff, Donnie had some mad percussion skills, so much so that D’Angelo didn’t notice him until the encore. Jeff also mentioned the air in the arena was thick with the scent of the stuff we used to smell coming out of “Boner” Bonaski’s room on the weekends. Anyway, Uncle Donnie recently had some words for D’Angelo, and I faithfully reprint them here. – RS

TO: D’Angelo
FROM: Don Skwatzenschitz
RE: Career advice

Nine years? Could it really be nine years since you dropped Voodoo on us, made everyone who heard you a fan, wowed everyone who saw you live with one of the great soul tours of the last two or three decades, excited all the women who thought they were seeing you naked in that video (including Mitzi, my wife—you remember her, don’t you? Five-three, pink and blue floral housecoat, loves cooking with G-13)? Nine years? Halley’s Comet might not come around as often as you release records, but at least we know when we’ll see it again.

That Spin magazine article from last year got us all worried about your apparent drinking problem, but it also gave us hope. Half an album nearly done, maybe even a little more, and progress being made toward completing it? It reminded us you were out there, somewhere, working through your problems, yes, but also creating again. It whetted the appetite, but that’s all. And hell, Maxwell is even back with a new single, a tour, and (allegedly) an album on the way. He also looks like he’s taken to wearing a Mario Van Peebles mask around all day, every day.

Nine years? Time to get back in the game, buddy. But if you don’t want to, I understand. I have some alternatives for you, though. What do you think about the following? (more…)

Basement Songs: Alicia Keys, “Like You’ll Never See Me Again”

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aliciaSitting on the patio at my brother’s house, as Sophie and her cousins laughed, splashing in the pool and Jacob glided though the air on the swing set, something unexpected happened. While I sat with Budd and Karyn discussing the hardships we all faced and the year ahead, Alicia Keys brilliant album, As I Am, began playing through the broken speakers hanging on the side of the house. One of the woofers was blown and each time the bass thumped, everything vibrated. The three of us were easily distracted by the noise of the kids and our conversation. But then, the quiet piano intro of the ballad “Like You’ll Never See Me Again” began to fade in, tinkling along until Keys started singing in her delicate, hushed voice.

I know this song well; for more than a year, As I Am has been one of Julie’s favorite albums, and the songs often echo from the kitchen where she blasts the music and sings along to lyrics she’s memorized to heart. Keys performs with such raw emotion, you can feel her pulse bumping her blood into each track of the record. As I Am is one hell of a record, my friends.

As I sucked down a beer and nibbled on the remains of my Caesar salad, the music drowned out the kids swimming, Jacob humming the songs from his school play while he swung, and the voices of my brother and his wife. What was unexpected was the wellspring of emotions that swept over me in that moment and how much I suddenly missed my wife. (more…)

DVD Review: “Quantum of Solace”

Quantum of Solace (2009, MGM/Fox)
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Reboots and remakes have been all the rage in Hollywood for several years now — name a venerable film franchise, and chances are it’s either already been taken back to the beginning or a reboot is already in the works. Just the word “reboot” has become enough to provoke a Pavlovian eye-rolling response among movie lovers, and although that’s easy to understand — nobody, least of all Rob Zombie, needed to turn the counter back to zero on the Halloween franchise — it’s sometimes the smartest decision a producer can make.

Consider, for instance, the Bond movies: Never as smart, sexy, or entertaining as they were supposed to be, the 007 films had descended into bloated self-parody by the end of the Brosnan era. Although they always made money, they were expensive, predictable, and not very good — something highlighted by sleeker, leaner modern spy flicks, like the Bourne series. MGM’s decision to reboot Bond was greeted skeptically — as was casting Daniel Craig in the iconic title role — but both moves were vindicated with 2006’s Casino Royale, a bloody wonder of a film that tore away Bond’s lifeless smirk and gave the trademark wit and glamour of the series something real to hang its tux on.

Having given fans their first blonde Bond, the producers opted to break another tradition with Quantum of Solace, adding the series’ first direct sequel to the franchise. Every other Bond movie stands on its own, but Solace picks up moments after Royale left off. This means, of course, that Solace will be more enjoyable for those who have seen Royale — which kind of sucks, really, but it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Solace was a better film.

You learn everything you need to know about Quantum of Solace in its first 15 minutes: The film kicks off with a typically badass action sequence, perhaps the most spine-rattling opener in the entire franchise. Director Marc Forster does a fine job of balancing between old-fashioned Hollywood style and the trendy quick-cut hand-cam aesthetic popular with more recent, Bourne-influenced action flicks, getting the audience to feel the impact of a high-speed chase over a crowded Italian highway without the aid of Dramamine. It is, in a word, awesome — and it segues directly into “Another Way to Die,” the stupid theme song performed by Jack White and Alicia Keys. That’s the 22nd Bond movie in a nutshell: Equal parts streamlined action and total hooey, it staggers between globetrotting derring-do and clumsy exposition, bogged down by a plot that manages to be both annoyingly convoluted and paper-thin. It’s the type of movie that’ll leave you befuddled if you turn away for more than two minutes — between all the double-crosses and knotty dialogue, if you really want to understand what’s going on, you almost need to take notes. (more…)