The Scream Tour was exactly as advertised. I learned this when I attended a “Scream IV” concert in 2005, and found myself amidst tens of thousands of teenage girls whom proceeded to scream for hours and hours. They screamed when Pretty Ricky, buff and shirtless, writhed on the floor in an impressive display of stage humping. They screamed when Bow Wow and Omarion, the evening’s two headliners, joined forces for the former’s hit song “Let Me Love You.” They screamed just to hear the sound of their hormonally charged voices.
“Scream IV” was the peak year of a concert series that music executive Michael Mauldin launched in 2001 as a platform for Bow Wow, then a preteen rapper taking urban America by storm. Over the next few years, it evolved into a rare platform for
urbanblack youth to celebrate adolescence en masse without the specter of violence. Bow Wow was a mainstay, as was B2K and, after the group broke up, breakout star Omarion. Others on those tours included TomGirl4, which included future singer-songwriting star Sevyn Streeter; Jhené Aiko, then known as B2K protégé Jhene; and former Immature/IMX singer Marques Houston. Despite operating successfully for several years, the series drew fleeting media attention – as of this writing, Scream Tour doesn’t have a Wikipedia page, and I struggled to research information on the different installments.
The Scream tours ended after “Screamfest ’07,” which featured headliners T.I. and Ciara, and a memorable New York concert where T.I. performed alongside 50 Cent, Kanye West and Diddy. In 2011, it was revived for two years as Scream Tour NXG (The Next Generation), and built around teen acts like Diggy Simmons, Mindless Behavior, and New Boyz (who got kicked off the 2011 tour for fighting). Organizers planned a “Scream Tour: The Reintroduction” comeback for this March with Kid Ink and Dej Loaf. However, the tour was mysteriously canceled last week.
There will undoubtedly be more attempts to revive the Scream franchise. For now, it stands as a memorable period in post-millennial mainstream R&B.
(Rhapsody – February 23, 2015)
For much of his career, Ne-Yo has presented himself as a 21st century gentleman, a handsome performer who dresses stylishly, sings incredibly and at times angelically, and dances with lithe grace. His 2006 debut In My Own Words superimposed his face against a notebook, a nod to his origins as a songwriter responsible for Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable,” among other hits. It was a sign to the audience that he was a man with real talent, and not just another cookie-cutter pinup from the black pop machine. Other songwriters during that era tried to emerge from behind the scenes — remember Sean “the Pen” Garrett and Johnta Austin? But Ne-Yo radiated star quality.
The “Mr. Perfect” image has also haunted him. There’s a funny moment on “She Said I’m Hood Tho” from his new album Non-Fiction when a woman (played by R&B singer Candice, one of his protégés) says, “I prefer your old shit to your new shit. That song with Pitbull was kinda cool, but after that you went left and I couldn’t fuck with you.” Ne-Yo wasn’t the only one who alienated his core urban audience while chasing pop crossovers like Pitbull’s “Give Me Everything” and Calvin Harris’ “Let’s Go.” Unlike Rihanna, Usher and Chris Brown, however, Ne-Yo’s adventures in EDM seemed to generate confusion over who he is, and what he represents.
On Non-Fiction, he assures us that he’s an R&B singer, although he can’t help but take a few sonic detours, whether it’s progressive house for “Who’s Taking You Home” or hip-house, of all styles, for “Coming With You.” One mystery remains – he’s recorded several memorable singles full of warmth and honeyed charm, but not a critically hailed masterwork. Usher has his Confessions; Trey Songz has Ready. But the same ability to channel his pencil-and-pad skills into any kind of style, whether it be R&B, dance-pop, or country (see his “Only Human” and “She Is” duets with Tim McGraw) also keeps Ne-Yo from defining himself, if only for the space of a singular full-length work.
Still, Ne-Yo is a creative force to reckon with. The solidly constructed Non-Fiction proves that, as does its breakout hit, “She Knows,” which finds him recapturing the pulse of R&B with help from Juicy J. With time, perhaps he’ll unravel his perfect but enigmatic personality and channel it into a classic as exceptional as his musical talents.
(Rhapsody – January 26, 2015)
Photo by Alex Flint.
Throughout his impressive third album Wildheart, Miguel Jontel Pimentel’s ideas are dynamic and ever-present. He offers us two songs about death as Eros in “A Beautiful Exit” and “…Goingtohell.” He muses on growing up biracial, the son of a Mexican-American father and a black mother, as he sings on “What’s Normal Anyway.” He presents sex as a thug’s imperative on “NWA,” and love as “Flesh” and burning lust. He doesn’t lapse into the kind of anonymous lovemaking that typified his earlier work, particularly his retail debut All I Want Is You. Although the cover artwork for Wildheart depicts Miguel as a libertine dream, a naked woman kneeling submissively to him, he reveals himself as a man of flesh and blood.
It’s a necessary growth for an artist who shined brilliantly on 2012’s Kaleidoscope Dream, but still seemed like an enigmatic personality, despite his evolution from an LA singer for underground hip-hoppers like Blu & Exile to a rising mainstream star. It’s a common plight for R&B men who operate in an urban environment of masculine cool and customary hardness, and are subsequently penalized for their sensitivity with pernicious rumors about their sexuality. As Miguel discovered, it didn’t matter how many hot and freaky pictorials he shot with his model girlfriend Nazanin Mandi. The same idiotic gossip vultures hovered around him, too.
Perhaps he’s learned that the best way to combat the haters is to make his art more distinct, add more depth, and to hell with the consequences. To be sure, there’s nothing on Wildheart as strong as Kaleidoscope Dream’s “Adorn,” and it remains to be seen if R&B traditionalists will embrace the new album’s “Hollywood Dreams” flashy pop and funk rock as much as the critics have praised it. For the former, there’s “Coffee,” as sumptuous a babymaker call as there has been this year. For the rest of us, there’s Miguel the innovator, pushing forward.
(Rhapsody – June 30, 2015)