Theres a great line in the art-house Negro film Lift in which one character says to another, Black people need therapy, too. The line reverberates in the film because its spoken with droll precision; it reverberates in real life because its in pointed defiance of Afro-American cultural prejudices and misconceptions that therapy is a white thing, that psychologists and psychiatrists are for the weak or pampered. The line is also weighted by its context: The film is about a young black woman who boosts jewelry and designer gear from high-end stores, selling most of her haul to a loyal clientele but using the best of it to win the heart of her emotionally frigid, materialistic mother. Lift is, among other things, a critique of the ways in which black folk especially the hip-hop generation use gaudy signifiers of wealth and privilege to mask emotional and spiritual wounds. Black people need therapy, too.
Rap music and hip-hop culture are rife with proof that Negroes need to stretch out on somebodys couch and share. A lot of that proof is offered unintentionally, in lyrics and videos that reflect uncritical embrace and embodiment of racist stereotypes. But some of the proof is sly and knowing, wrapped in dark and black (as in culture) humor. Madness and emotional exhaustion are themes that are revisited constantly. The toll of living in poverty and despair, under the constantly reinvented rule of white supremacy, is the preferred subject matter for prophets and profiteers alike. In the last month, both Ja Rule and his obvious blueprint, DMX, have dropped CDs that are meant to be the equivalent of a tongue pushing against a loose tooth agitating, insistent, bringing the pain.
Ja Rules disc, Pain Is Love, continues where his last effort, 2000s Rule 3:36, left off. Ja, from the start of his career, has had a sharp ear for catchy pop hooks and riffs. (His remix some months ago of J.Los single Im Real was sublime, not only offering up one of the years best lines My appetite for loving is now my hunger pain but briefly giving musical heft to the Velveeta diva.) Yet where his debut, 1999s Venni Vetti Vecci, emphasized the grit in its bubblegum-thug concoction, his second CD was remarkable primarily for its shrewd pop calculation. Splitting his material into two sharply outlined persona-modes the barking, pitiless thug and the heartbroken, fuck-till-the-break-o-dawn nigga resulted in a windfall of radio and video hits.
The formula is refined on Pain, but its largely the same: phlegmatic vocals (listening to Ja long enough can make you crave a throat lozenge), ill-advised attempts at singing (inside every wiry thug rapper is a Fat Lutha struggling to come out), samples that desecrate R&B classics (Stevie Wonders Do I Do is gracelessly sodomized on the hit single Livin It Up, which features the non-singing singing of Case), and enough bling! bling! references to make Donald Trump cry Uncle! At the core of it all, of course, is anxiety about realness, authenticity and manhood masked as ferociousness. Black people need therapy, too.
Ja makes halfhearted, if loud, references to depression and spiritual pain, but theyre overshadowed by the need to floss and fuck with equal voracity; real introspection is nowhere to be found. He doesnt yet seem capable of it. Hes still a boy. His descriptions of life in the hood and in his head are secondhand, regurgitated from every other rap record hes ever listened to; if theres anything personal or heartfelt on the whole disc, its suffocated by Jas lack of or difficulty excavating a real inner life. Neither his sadness nor his nihilism has any undertow; its all the mirror reflection of a pose struck by someone who was emulating someone elses contrived stance in the first place . . . All roads lead back to Tupac.
Saying anything remotely critical of Tupac at this point is akin to strolling through the Vatican singing XTCs Dear God. It just aint done. What Pac did better than anyone before him was twine a hardcore pose around a growl of self-pity passed off as social commentary. By cleaving himself into two marketable poses sensitive poet-activist/unrepentant thug he gave his niggas permission to weep withouat appearing weak, to write off bad behavior as righteous anger. He swerved from shameless sentimentality to taunts and threats that could be either pseudo-militant or incredibly childish, but rarely contained real political depth or fresh insights. And he begat DMX, who begat Ja Rule.
In support of their new releases, both DMX and Ja Rule drape themselves in imagery from 60s civil rights marches and demonstrations DMX in the video for Who We Be, Ja Rule on one of the two album covers released for Pain Is Love. Its a tack designed to give legitimacy and weight to their personal narratives while snagging points for political consciousness. But where DMX gives off a strong whiff of (weed and) internal struggle, and some awareness of a larger world (the album itself is deathly anemic), Ja Rule just seems like a little boy who slid on his fathers shirt and shoes, clip-clopping around the house, making a lot of noise while grinning, Look at me!
A better record than either Pain Is Love or The
Great Depression is Krayzie Bones Thug on da Line. Krayzie shares with both his peers the inability to see other men as anything besides gangsta niggas, thug niggas, hatin niggas, real niggas, bitch niggas, and for variety muhfuckas. His obsession with street authenticity and material wealth, and disdain for those who dont possess them, quickly become tedious; anyone who approaches the disc as text will find himself dodging land mines of banality. But rap is about sound and texture as well as the specifics of lyrical content, and few can touch the underrated Bone Thugs & Harmony crew when it comes to arrangement and production. Their fusion of rap and R&B is both seamless and peerless, giving their work emotional and sonic dynamics that are MIA from a lot of their more successful contemporaries.
Krayzies solo set works in the same ways his group efforts do as R&B, rap and gospel. Thug references everything from Negro spirituals to Michael Jacksons Girlfriend, Diana Ross Theme From Mahogany to Lou Begas novelty hit Mambo No. 5 (transformed into an ode to getting high). He also has a duet with Sade, having sampled the vocal hook from Feel No Pain for Hard Time Hustlin. Not everything works. The Sade duet flattens the poetry of her words with Krayzies redundant response to her call; the absence of Bizzy, Layzie and Wish and the interplay of their voices is felt despite the slew of cameo artists, and the whole thing becomes repetitive by track 10, with eight songs still to go. But when the music really works, it soars, transcending even contradicting the words within the flow. Taffy-stretched vowels (real country grammar) and lightning-fast rapping are balanced out by gorgeous, heartfelt singing that conveys melancholy and a vibrant world beyond consciousness. Death and grief dog him, and so does a boundless sense of betrayal some of which can be traced to individuals but a lot of which is free-floating. Like DMX and Ja Rule, Krayzie is a black man struggling to build himself from the very clichés that both cripple and enthrall him.
In Krayzies music, the sound and the feel of it, theres a tense contradiction between his pledge of loyalty to thug mentality and his painful awareness that the mindset and lifestyle are certain dead ends. In Cant Hustle 4 Ever, singer Lareece asks mournfully, Do you know where you going to/do you like the things the streets is showin you/Do you know, you cant hustle forever? The discs showstopper, though, is the airy Time After Time, a warning to self that barely contains the tears, that is filled with palpable regret and remorse, and that dulls the bravado of all the violence, machismo and materialism that couch it. Krayzie drops the hard-nigga pose and pulls off a heartbreaking new-school spiritual thats one of the best soul tracks this year.
JA RULE | Pain Is Love | (Def Jam)
KRAYZIE BONE | Thug on da Line | (Columbia)
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