Sisters With Voices. Total. Destiny’s Child. You didn’t need a lyric sheet to understand the legion of R&B girl groups who dominated urban pop music in the 1990s. It was plain to hear, from the coquettishly sexual lyrics to their sassy, irreverent tones and lovely multi-part harmonies. Sadly, music critics often gave them cursory attention while devoting their time to untangling rap music that often required a degree in regional slang to understand. And between the breakup of Destiny’s Child and the emergence (and quick dissolution) of Danity Kane, the R&B girl group phenomenon seems like it’s over. Perhaps there can only be one diva in today’s gladiatorial fame Matrix, leaving little room for sisterhood.
In Weezy-ology, there is good Lil Wayne and bad Lil Wayne. Good Lil Wayne is the dastardly New Orleans weed head, the sizzurp-drinking gangster that sires children with beautiful actresses, gets locked up on gun and drug charges and records hours and hours of songs; a fountain of countless punchlines so funny he personifies comedy, and the self-proclaimed “best rapper alive.” Bad Lil Wayne is the Auto-Tuned fool, the guy who straps on a guitar at shows even though he can barely play it, the “son” who used to kiss his “daddy” Birdman on the lips, the would-be artiste who sang too much on Tha Carter III, maker of the pillow-humping ode “Lollipop,” and the lovable ragamuffin whom teenage girls and middle-aged ladies from The View treat like a dreadlocked kewpie doll. We tend to treat these sides of Dwayne Carter as binary objects, deifying the former and cracking jokes about the latter. Still, they are one and the same man, and the Young Money clique is the summation of Lil Wayne’s true ambition.
(Reposting this in honor of Bruno Mars’ undeserved win this year.)
1959-1966: Skipping ahead. The Grammys did not acknowledge the rock ‘n’ soul era during these years. The Beatles were nominated for Help! in 1966.
1967: Frank Sinatra, A Man and His Music <<<<< The Beatles, Revolver
1968: The Beatles, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
1969: Glen Campbell, By the Time I Get to Phoenix (shrugs)
1970: Blood Sweat & Tears, Blood Sweat and Tears <<<<< The Beatles, Abbey Road
1971: Simon & Garfunkel, Bridge Over Troubled Water
1972: Carole King, Tapestry = Isaac Hayes, Shaft
1973: The Concert for Bangladesh <<<<< Nilsson, Nilsson Schmilsson
1974: Stevie Wonder, Innervisions
1975: Stevie Wonder, Fulfillingess’ First Finale = Joni Mitchell, Court and Spark
1976: Paul Simon, Still Crazy After All These Years (shrugs)
1977: Stevie Wonder, Songs in the Key of Life
1978: Fleetwood Mac, Rumours = Steely Dan, Aja; The Eagles, Hotel California
1979: Saturday Night Fever
1980: Billy Joel, 52nd Street (shrugs)
1981: Christopher Cross, Christopher Cross (shrugs)
1982: John Lennon & Yoko Ono, Double Fantasy (shrugs — but fuck, this was two years after John Lennon was assassinated, so it gets a pass)
1983: Toto, Toto IV (shrugs)
1984: Michael Jackson, Thriller
1985: Lionel Richie, Can’t Slow Down <<<<< Prince, Purple Rain; Bruce Springsteen, Born in the U.S.A.
1986: Phil Collins, No Jacket Required (shrugs)
1987: Paul Simon, Graceland <<<<< Janet Jackson, Control; Peter Gabriel, So
1988: U2, The Joshua Tree = Prince, Sign O’ The Times
1989: George Michael, Faith
1990: Bonnie Raitt, Nick of Time (shrugs)
1991: Quincy Jones, Back on the Block (shrugs)
1992: Natalie Cole, Unforgettable…With Love <<<<< R.E.M., Out of Time
1993: Eric Clapton, Unplugged <<<<< U2, Achtung Baby
1994: The Bodyguard soundtrack (shrugs)
1995: Tony Bennett, MTV Unplugged (shrugs)
1996: Alanis Morrissette, Jagged Little Pill
1997: Celine Dion, Falling Into You <<<<< Beck, Odelay; Fugees, The Score
1998: Bob Dylan, Time out of Mind <<<<< Radiohead, OK Computer (but hey, it’s Bob Dylan)
1999: Lauryn Hill, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
2000: Santana, Supernatural (shrugs)
2001: Steely Dan, Two Against Nature <<<<< Eminem, The Marshall Mathers LP; Radiohead, Kid A
2002: O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack = OutKast, Stankonia (being generous here)
2003: Norah Jones, Come Away With Me = Eminem, The Eminem Show
2004: OutKast, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below = The White Stripes, Elephant; Missy Elliott, Under Construction
2005: Ray Charles, Genius Loves Company <<<<< Green Day, American Idiot; Usher, Confessions
2006: U2, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb <<<<< Mariah Carey, The Emancipation of Mimi; Kanye West, Late Registration
2007: Dixie Chicks, Taking the Long Way <<<<< Justin Timberlake, FutureSex/LoveSounds
2008: Herbie Hancock, River: The Joni Letters <<<<< Amy Winehouse, Back to Black
2009: Robert Plant & Alison Krauss, Raising Sand <<<<< Lil Wayne, Tha Carter III
2010: Taylor Swift, Fearless = Lady Gaga, The Fame; Beyoncé, I Am…Sasha Fierce
2011: Arcade Fire, The Suburbs
2012: Adele, 21
2013: Mumford & Suns, Babel <<<<< Frank Ocean, channel ORANGE
2014: Daft Punk, Random Access Memories = Kendrick Lamar, good kid, MAAD city
2015: Beck, Morning Phase <<<<< Beyoncé, Beyoncé
2016: Taylor Swift, 1989 <<<<< Kendrick Lamar, To Pimp a Butterfly
2017: Adele, 25 <<<<< Beyoncé, Lemonade
2018: Bruno Mars, 24K Magic <<<<< Kendrick Lamar, DAMN.
(shrugs): Underwhelming slate of candidates. Next year, do better.
=: Other candidates were as equally deserving as the winner.
<<<<<: Shouldn’t have won.
(Originally posted on February 12, 2017)
Last December, Peter Agoston invited me to participate in his podcast The House List. I’ve known Agoston for over two decades, dating back to when we both contributed to URB magazine. He currently manages Dam-Funk, occasionally issues music on his Female Fun Records imprint, and is working on a new project with Kendra Morris.
During our hour-long talk, we touched on a lot of topics. If you weren’t immediately familiar with them – or if you had trouble understanding me due to my halting, sandpapery voice – then you might have not understood what we were talking about. So I decided to compile a cheat sheet that compiles most of the primary subjects we discussed.
As for my self-published 2015 book, Notes on Post-Millennial Rap? Unfortunately, it is out of print. You had to be there, I guess.
Last year, I interviewed Charles Bradley about his final album, Changes, for Napster’s short-lived blog. I also had the pleasure of seeing him at the 50th anniversary Monterey Pop Festival in August, a month before he died on September 23.
Charles Bradley calls himself the “Screaming Eagle of Soul.” The 67-year-old New York singer earned his nickname when he used to perform as a James Brown imitator at local house parties and clubs around the city, and someone in the audience awarded him the superlative. It’s an apt description for Bradley’s voice, which can switch from a gentle yet raspy croon to a piercing, heart-stopping wail. When you hear him cry out on “The World (Is Going Up In Flames),” the bracing first track from his classic 2011 debut, No Time for Dreaming, he’ll make the hairs on your arm stand up.