Fiddy's an interesting one. The gold, the muscles and the well trodden 'I was a gangsta before rap saved my life' story are all enough to have you reaching for the off button before you can say 'heard it all before'. I really, really, really should dislike this. The thing is, I think he occasionally forgets the stereotype he's meant to be playing to and says something that makes him quite endearing. I guess he's just not read the script.
I first noticed this side to him when my son first slipped 'Love It Or Hate It' into the CD player in my car. The opening line 'Growing up I was confused my momma kissing a girl' intrigued me. Then this came along, a song about insecurity... how un-gangsta is that? A song that contains the best and worst metaphor I've ever heard in any tack. 'I love you like a fat kid loves cakes'. Absolute crap and pure genius all rolled into 4 seconds of music.
Finally, I love it because the album reminds me of a holiday I took with the boys. I bought it in the airport on the way out and it never left the hire car CD player for the week. We all listened for the first time and grew to love it together over 7 days. It's quite rare that we can do that. We all appreciate our different tastes in music and like little bits, but it's rare that we have mutual love for each other's albums. I wish it would happen more. I'll settle for the few albums we love in equal measures though because when it does happen it's a special and quite powerful moment.
Tune.
Posted by: Jonthebeef | April 08, 2011 at 01:50 PM