I could be using this space to promote Kendrick Lamar’s new album To Pimp a Butterfly, which is undoubtedly one of the biggest releases of the year, and will be discussed intensely for the months (if not years) ahead. One of the reasons I am not, however, is because of this. It’s an album that requires a significant amount of time and spins to parse out, and I couldn’t build a cohesive statement on it after the few listens I’ve fit in between Sunday and now. As could be surmised by my hesitation, I also expected to be instantly taken with the album and after these few listens, I’m still not sure if I completely like the thing. I’m not a huge fan of the FlyLo over-caffeinated jazz style production that permeates this record, and sometimes Kendrick’s appreciation of signature West Coast rap styles comes across as uninteresting. Beyond that, I also don’t know what to make of the gender dynamics in the album yet, but songs like “These Walls” use women as symbols in a way that seems irresponsible at best and, at worst, actively works to undermine the overarching statements that Kendrick attempts to make. That being said, there are a lot of interesting, great things going on here, and even if Kendrick didn’t fully deliver on the hype surrounding this album, it’s a substantial document that will (and should) be investigated as the year goes on. Who knows, maybe I will warm up to it even more on repeat listening. If anything, the presence of this and D’Angelo’s Black Messiah, which both make heavy and creative use of the sounds of ’70s funk, soul, and rock might indicate a genuine trend, one that we should welcome with open arms.
Portland Dining Month
Wanna get fancy on the cheap? A bunch of the best restaurants in the city banded together to offer three course meals of their best stuff for $29 each. While that isn’t exactly as cheap as sum tastee burger’n’fries from Burgerville, it is nowhere near the price that some of the meals at these restaurants would usually be. So drag your smelly butt out of the library to some PDX fine dining. Wear your Reed crewneck, too, so everyone else in the joint knows where that grungy kid with the greasy hair and bad table manners is coming from. I’d say that we would be really making a name for Reed College among the hoi polloi of Portland foodies, but (1.) Reed already has made an ivory-casted name for itself and (2.) Half of the foodies in PDX are grubby sweatshirt-wearing greaseballs anyways.
Kanye’s Media Blitz for his next masterpiece, "So Help Me God"
It’s Kanye’s world, and we are just living in it. Said differently: YEEZY SEASON APPROACHING. And fuck whatever y’all been hearin’, because “Only One” is a great song, and “All Day” perfectly combines the sound of Yeezus with this new McCartney kick that ’Ye’s been on. But honestly, Kanye is usually pretty on point (on sight, if you will) but rarely so much so as he has been in the last month. Check out some of the interviews he’s been giving lately. He’s been getting into some pretty great discussions about classism versus racism in contemporary society, and his forays into fashion with Adidas have some pretty solid ideological underpinnings. Plus, he was literally spitting some fire on that television debut of “All Day.” My body is ready, Kanye, drop this new album on me. (As a sidenote, I had a dream/nightmare that Kanye, Death Grips, and Kendrick all dropped their albums surprise-style on the same day and the world just imploded because of it. It would be too much greatness to handle.)
"Republican National Convention" by PWR BTTM / Jawbreaker Reunion
Besides boasting some of the best album and band names pretty much ever, the new split by PWR BTTM and Jawbreaker Reunion carries some pretty great tunes with it as well. I’m a huge fan of JR’s 2014 album Lutheran Sisterhood Gun Club, and this continues on their roll of great bandcamp lo-fi pop-punk jams. PWR BTTM is a bit newer on the scene, but this split proves that the queer-rock duo has what it takes, and I’m anxiously awaiting news of a debut LP from them. Both of these bands are from Bard College, which makes me think that we should offer up some sort of band exchange with them. Who should we send to Annandale-on-Hudson? Any takers?
"After Birth", by Elisa Albert
I won’t pretend to know anything about childbirth. I know it happened to me, in so far that I didn’t care to leave my mother’s womb on time and so they had to wrench me out via incision, eliminating the possibility of a pleasant gondola ride down the birth canal for me. None too soon, either, considering I was “the biggest baby they ever saw” according to one awestruck nurse, and if I waited much longer I may have gained so much mass that an escape out of my mother would be nigh impossible. That being said, Elisa Albert’s new novel After Birth gives tons of insight into the mind of a new mother. Not just any new mother, either; Albert’s protagonist Ari has one of the most distinct, caustic, and engaging narratorial voices in recent memory. She navigates the world of motherhood and sisterhood with scorching insight, attempting to figure out what keeps women emotionally divided between each other, and whether or not she even cares that much for women, anyway. After Birth is hilarious, pregnant with acerbic barbs on everything from milk formula to Nazi joy divisions. Yeah, it goes there.