4 posts tagged “fleetwood mac”

First the boyfriend fell under Lil' Wayne's sway by way of Beyonce an' nem (Too bad "Bootylicious" didn't have the same effect and help him fall under the sway of Ms. Stevie Nicks. "Do we really gotta to listen to the goat lady all the way to Charlottesville?"). "There's just something about him that's sexy," M said. "I don't know what it is." I didn't know what it was either.  I couldn't see it.  From the neck down. A little bit. You know, if he had two more feet on him and he didn't look like he had the metabolism of fruit fly. Even if I'm just withdrawing them from the Spank Bank, I need a man with a little heft to them. Not someone I'd have to worry about breaking in half. Of course there are a few exceptions ("I'll be gentle, boo. Promise. You wanna . . . flip. Whatever you want, baby doll. It's all about you. What if we try the sidewind--- All about you! Have at it. Easy!"), but Lil' Wayne would never be one of them.

Then there was my older brother that let my thirteen-year-old niece and ten-year-old nephew (apparently over Raven Symone and High School Musical since we last met) attend a Lil' Wayne concert. My brother is the church deacon /ordained minister that insisted on enrolling his children in a Christian Academy (note to self: Send them copies of The Origin of Species for Christmas. Seriously! I can't have them proselytizing at the bowling alley.). "What the hell?" I asked him.  He explained his reasoning to me. Growing up with Reverend Daddy and First Lady Mama, we were restricted from a bunch of things. Solid Gold, which made it into one of my Daddy's Sunday morning sermons. "That ain't dancing!" Daddy said "Ain't nothing but sex with sequins!. Fleetwood's "Big Love" "Turn that off," Mama said. "I don't like all that panting." Cable after midnight at our grandparents' house. Whenever we spent the night over there, my mom reminded my granddad to take the channel knob off the cable box whenever he went bed. Eventually, my older brothers discovered that all we had to do was bring a pair of needle-nose pliers with us whenever we spent the night there. And then we all discovered a world full of debauchery just waiting for us outside of our home and the church which car crashes, gun fire,  arrest (There but for the grace of God . . .), pregnancy scares (and/or ritual blood test to make sure everything was still okay. Again, there but for the grace of God . . .) and an unnatural need to listen to three hours of Stevie Nicks on a road trip to Charlottesville. My brother figured he wouldn't shelter his kids like we were. He let them have a good look at the world without sneaking around behind his back. Kinda of makes sense, but Lil'  "She lick me like a Lollipop'" Wayne? Mmkay. Although I ain't got any kids, I have plenty of parental advice. I wanted to ask my brother what he was exposing my two-year-old niece to by letting his two older children listen to that type of music? He'll be done messed around and end up with something like this.
Although with they way my pockets have been light a little lately, I might be okay something like that. Make it rain , Lil' Mama! Make it rain!

Or this.

Another problem I had with Lil' Wayne, you might not be able to tell it from my audio listings or my last post, but I'm woefully out of touch with Hip Hop. My interest kind of died when The Notorious B.I.G.did, only to be resurrected every now and then when a new album was cobbled together from a stray 16's here and there. The last Hip Hop album I bought was Kayne West's Graduation (I got sucked into 50 vs. Kayne hype). The last Hip Hop album I loved was  Outkast's Stankonia (Speakerboxxx/The Love Below was a little to bloated and self-indulgent on both sides for me.). I'm waiting and waiting for them to drop something  new and reclaim their crowns as Kings of the South. Apparently the crown has been passed along to Lil' Wayne and with his latest album, Tha Carter, selling a million its first week out, he can claim dominion over the whole Hip Hop nation.  But I would never count myself as one of his subjects  (stretching the hell out of that monarch metaphor, buddy.) and then I heard this a "A Milli"-- and a "A Billi." .
So I decided to give the whole album a listen. He's definitely got his own style and unique delivery. By the time he breathlessly reaches the end of  "Mr. Carter" you're almost tempted to hand him a pack of Halls Mentho-lyptus but can't bear the thought of him losing that unique grit.  "Tie My Hands" with crooner Robin Thicke reveals a sensitive side as laments the ongoing aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.  With "Dr. Carter"  he presents himself as a lifesaver, making the rounds and tending to the casualties of Hip Hop. There's a real sense of wit in that one with lines like, " Cause I mean every letter in the words In the sentence of my quotes. Swagger just flow sweeter than Honey Oats. That swagger I got it I wear it like a coat. Wait, as I put the light down his throat."

So, I'm understanding the hype . . . a little bit.

And the winner is  . . . . blechhh. Nothing could compare to the joy that was Bill Clinton's campaign song.

Those were the days. And unfortunately, yesterday is gone. :(

Suzanna thanks for making feel a little less rueful about not buying the double disc version of Crystal Vision-- The Very Best of Stevie Nicks (CD/DVD).  Watching your creative video collection of Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac covers has brought me an unimaginable amount of joy this week. If I ever meet you at a karaoke bar one day, I'm laying down the gaunlet. We're doing a Stevie Nicks' sing-off.  Do your damn thing! Just one thing though . . .  more cowbell!