10.15.2006

God damn it, Diddy.



How can you possibly take this guy seriously as an artist?

Looking at him, you can't. Listening to him talk, you can't. He's pretty much a guy with a lot of money who throws ridiculous parties and oh yeah he's got something to do with hip hop... but I can't really remember what... wasn't he friends with... B.I.G.?

The main reason that I could never take him seriously is because he commercialized absolutely everything in an EVERYTHING MUST GO kind of way. Jay-Z did the clothes and the shoes and everything, but he still kind of maintained a sleek, cool, businessman image. Diddy (if that's what the kids are calling him these days) just seemed to throw his name on everything he could, in a desperate attention-grabbing sort of way. I guess I just don't see people like that very concerned about their art.

After the desecration of Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir," the horrifically misguided "Come With Me," I realized that I would never again put any sort of artistic faith in Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Diddy, Sean Combs, what have you.


Then I got wind of "Press Play."

God, really? I thought. I then realized that I couldn't remember the last time he actually released an album or did a tour or did anything that was even related to his music career (or anything that didn't involve making an ass out of himself on MTV).

Once the offer was on the table about actually taking a chance to listen to the album, I'd become maddeningly intrigued. So, today, Sunday the 15th of October, 2006, I sat down and listened to the whole album. Ladies and gentlemen, the verdict is in.


The album surprised me. It didn't suck. It's not worth four stars or anything, but hey, it DOESN'T SUCK. For real. I would call it... a valiant attempt at an actual music career by a hip-hop mogul who has lost touch with his craft.

The thing that makes the album, sadly, is the guest appearances by some of the fucking coolest people in current popular music. Cee-Lo is riding his wave of fame from Gnarles Barkley, Christina Aguilera is on top of the world (again), Timbaland is all over the place, I heard Nas is recording again... Big Boi is just fucking sweet....

This makes me want to hope for an even better attempt next time around. I'll give it an A for effort.


Curious?

Everything I Love (feat. Cee-Lo & Nas)

You don't have to tell anyone you're listening to it.

Comments:
you got diddy from godsey, didn't you?
 
nope.
 
even the diddy picture you picked is obnoxious. i'll just stick to songs like "mo' money mo' problems" and "all about the benjamins" cause you can't go wrong there.
 
If you haven't seen Diddy TV (and I'm assuming that you have, since you have a link to Stereogum) on You Tube, you owe it to yourself to check it out.

It made my week (last week), because it's just so fucking wrong on a bunch of different levels.
 
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