Ignorant Songs I Like Way Too Much

Disclaimer: Shout-out to Issa Rae for her kindred spirit when it comes to all things ignant.

Now, while I take great pride is scribing about relevant social and political issues, I’m also half-goon. I may be a father and a fiancĂ©, but I’m also an official spokesperson for strippers and alcoholic beverages in Red Solo Cups. With that being said, today’s post is all about ignorant ass songs I have no valid reason for liking. I’m fully aware of the fact some of these tunes may hold us back as a culture, but dammit, they’re catchy as shit, man. It’s the yin and yang of life, son. The “righteous and the ratchet” as Charlamagne Tha God has so eloquently stated. Every single one of us has a stash of music we wouldn’t be able to readily explain to someone if they asked about it. In any case, I’ve decided to gladly share some of my goonery with you today. Why? Because, why the hell not, son? Spring is (hopefully) around the corner and I need justification to roll down all of my windows and open the sunroof. Anyway, enough talking, man. Let’s bring on the fuckery. Enjoy!

P.S. There’s a common theme with every single one of these tracks. See if you can figure it out. I’ll give you one hint: it involves the production.

Happy Belated Birthday, D’Angelo!

First off, I want to say I am absolutely ashamed of myself. Anyone who truly knows me knows I’m one of the biggest D’Angelo fans in the world. With that being said, I cannot believe I missed writing about his 40th birthday yesterday. My disappointment is so real, I almost want to go on a week hiatus and mourn my error. Ok, it’s not that serious, but I definitely need to make it up for missing out on the celebrations, son.

Now, while I could ramble on and on about why D’Angelo is my third favorite artist ever, I’d rather let the music tell it. Side note, Prince is my favorite artist and Michael Jackson is a close second. Yes, I put Prince above Michael. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? In any case, I’m going to spare you the details about his superior songwriting skills, superior musicianship and superior vocal ability. I won’t even mention his insane ability to consistently come up with complex harmonies. Wait, I’m starting to do exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. Let me actually adhere to my own rules and let the music do the talking.

Anyway, allow me to take the time to post a few of my favorite D’Angelo songs. Even though it’s redundant to say this, these tracks are incredible. They’re fucking incredible, son. Any other description could potentially subject you to copious amounts of “Sweet Chin Music.” Got it? Good. Enjoy!

10 Years Of ‘The College Dropout’

First off, I need to say this: Kanye West‘s The College Dropout changed my life. I can still vividly remember abusing all of Ye’s mixtapes, impatiently waiting for this album to drop. Being an 18-year-old rapper at the time, it completely changed my outlook on the type of topics that could be discussed in a Hip Hop song. With that being said, this record is hands down one of the greatest pieces of art ever released, regardless of genre. Say what you want about Kanye, this man is responsible for some of the greatest music and this is the album that started it all. So, since his debut is officially 10 years old today, which makes me old as shit, let’s celebrate its influence and legacy.

Now that the year is 2014, we as a people need to resign to the fact the Kanye West of old is gone. Since he’s busy with Kim Kardashian, ranting onstage and telling people they don’t have the answers, the soul sampling dude who called himself “Kanye To The” is no longer in regular rotation. While I’m still an unabashed fan of every project he’s dropped, Yeezus included, I will always have an affinity for his “Chipmunk Soul” period. Side note, the hyperlink I just attached is in German. That’s all I could find, son! Sue me.

In any case, I think people forgot just how revolutionary this album was when it dropped. Back in the early 2000s, if you weren’t a gangsta rapper, you didn’t have a career. At the time, 50 Cent was our Lord and Savior and a lot of people weren’t trying to hear social commentary from a man who wore pink Polo sweaters. Hell, his own record label didn’t even really believe in his career as an artist. They just wanted his instrumentals. Despite that, Kanye almost single-handedly changed the image a rapper could have. Artists like Drake, Kendrick Lamar and J. Cole wouldn’t be able to exist if Ye didn’t kick down the door first. Side note, Drake REALLY wouldn’t exist if he didn’t jack Ye’s 808s & Heartbreak style, but that’s an entirely different discussion, son. Anyway, despite the fact it’s fashionable to hate on Ye and his antics, he’s easily one of music’s biggest influences. This CANNOT be disputed.

All in all, now that it’s been a decade since his debut album dropped, I’m going to play the entire thing on repeat for the whole week. I mean, that’s what you have to do when you can’t pick a favorite song, man. With that being said, I command you to join me in the festivities. What would Yeezus do? He’d tell you to play the damn album and enjoy that shit! The both of us have spoken! Good day.

Was It Worth It, Robin Thicke?

While I was lost in the tomfoolery of Kendrick Lamar being shut out at the Grammys, I neglected all of the other artists who walked out empty-handed. One such artist was the homie Robin Thicke. Side note, I’m saying “homie” as if I have any connection to this man. Let me stop the foolishness. In any case, despite the massive year Robin had in 2013, he didn’t get any love from the Grammy Committee. In my eyes, that was yet another knock against him since he’s ascended the realm of Commercial Pop Sugary Shit.

Truthfully, I think the success of “Blurred Lines” was the worst thing to ever happen to Robin Thicke. While it was by far his most successful single, and it garnered him more attention than he’s ever had before, all of the fuckery that came along with it couldn’t have been enjoyable. I mean, pick a situation, son. He’s got Marvin Gaye‘s family on his ass for the similarities between his song and “Got To Give It Up.” He looked stupider than Ashlee Simpson on Saturday Night Live when he let Miley Cyrus awkwardly gyrate on him during the Video Music Awards. To top it off, his actual album was certified rotisserie booty meat. Have you heard the shit, son? I couldn’t believe such a talented dude would have the gall to package that piece of excrement and release it to the public.

All in all, I have to ask the question, was it worth it, bruh? Between the lawsuit, the subpar album and the hit to your credibility, was it worth it, man? My only hope is, Robin can look at his bank account in the morning and answer that question with an emphatic “yes!” With that being said, I’m going to just listen to his old shit and pretend like 2013 didn’t happen. I encourage you all to join me. Good day, brethren!