by Tom Hallett
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey—lookit lil’ sister! Summer’s finally gone the way of freedom an’ democracy in the good ol’ US of A, and frankly, we here at RTD are lookin’ forward to some cool, music-filled fall evenings and the usual stack of great wax that comes out this time o’ year. Besides, our leather jackets, wool socks and vintage SPMC stocking caps are gettin’ mighty lonely layin’ in the closet right behind that box of old trucker 8-tracks (Bruno Blue’s “The D.O.T., You Motherfuckers,” a best of Dave Dudley that contains neither of his truck drivin’ hits, and of course, a ratty copy of some Sheboygan cover band re-interpreting the collected works of C.W. McCall ... please don’t ever let me open that box again, Lawd!) and the one glove you somehow end up with every fall. So let’s get right into the reviews this week, kiddies—I gotta feelin’ the ol’ ‘Dial in-box is gonna be overflowin’ real soon ...
QUOTE OF THE WEEK: “Too many pieces of music finish too long after
the end.” — Stravinsky
SONG OF THE WEEK: “20th Century Man” — The Kinks
Jazze
Pha & Cee-Lo Green
“Happy Hour”
CD Single
2005
Sho’ Nuff/Capitol
Anybody who’s been reading this column for any length of time knows that
I’m not exactly Minneapolis’ resident rap expert. In my book, the
man to see on that tip would be the highly informed, always-inspiring Peter
Scholtes, dig? Sure, I crank up and bump to Public Enemy (scathing political
commentary and an innate fucking sense of DA GROOVE), the Beasties (some of
the same, more of the ol’ PAR-TAY), Outkast (honestly and truly in perfect
synch with the complex beat of humanity itself), and local outfits like Scotty
G.’s Soulsonic Revolution and the absolutely awe-inspiring Doomtree—how
could any self-respecting music lover not at least appreciate the talents of
those artists?
But man, to me, R&B will always mean Al Green, soul will always mean Isaac
Hayes, and you’ll never convince me that there’s any substitute
for actual musical instruments in a band—no matter what genre they play.
That being said, I have to say here and now that these cats—Jazze Pha
an’ his buddy Cee-Lo—proudly sport a healthy amount of the talent,
style, originality and honest musical reverence that all of the folks listed
above do. “Happy Hour,” the first single from the duo’s forthcoming
album Sho’ Nuff Records Presents ... Jazze Pha & Cee-Lo Green “The
Happy Hour,” which is due out later this year, showcases a couple
of guys who understand that good, well-crafted, FUN rap/R&B music doesn’t
have to include a shit-load of references to gats, hoes, bling or their personal
feuds with other artists. It also proves that there’s still a place in
the commercial rap/R&B world for guys who can actually carry a tune and—SURPRISE—write
their own music.
Of course, that doesn’t come as much of a shocker when you suss that Jazze’s
the offspring of revered Bar-Kays bassist James Alexander (The Bar-Kays were
the backing band for the late, great Otis Redding, and besides penning a baker’s
dozen of their own bonafide hits—“Soul Finger,” anyone?—also
backed Isaac Hayes on Hot Buttered Soul and the “Shaft” soundtrack),
and that he spent part of his youth on the road with his dad and the rest of
the time with his famous mom, singer Denise Williams (she sang back-up for such
diverse acts as Earth, Wind & Fire and Barbra Streisand). Whew! With a background
like that, it’s no wonder the funk be risin’ so damn high on his
records.
Did I say records? Man, Jazze (real name, Phalon Alexander) has been making
records as a performer and producer since the early ‘90s—spewing
out hit after hit for the likes of Outkast, Nelly, Ludacris, Lil Jon and Toni
Braxton. In the interim, he formed his own label, Sho’ Nuff, home to Ciara
and a bevy of up-and-coming rap and R&B artists from L.A. to Detroit. But
enough history. What I really, really like about Jazze (besides this kick-ass,
infectious party track—which I’ll get to momentarily) is his cool,
down-home, genuine ATTITUDE. Wow!
In his press kit, he speaks at length about his influences, his dreams and his
musical philosophies as both producer and artist. Here’s a few choice
quotes: “When I’m in the studio, the only rap music I listen to
is the rap music I’m working on ... I’m not gonna do just one kind
of music. Some people play me 10 songs with the same kind of music ... I don’t
want just ravioli. I want gumbo. I want a little bit of everything.” “I’m
a writer, and I’m a singer and I’m a rapper.” And he describes
his own personal musical gumbo as, “A cross between a hip/hop/R&B
classic and [a] blaxploitation soundtrack ... it’s the music we grew up
with—Curtis Mayfield, Al Green, Bobby Womack—with a new sound, a
new flavor, some elements of hip-hop of today, but SOULFUL ... fun music that
moves. That’s my signature.” Wow again!
As for the single, “Happy Hour,” it’s a sho’ nuff
original—sure, it’s about drinkin’ (“Hey girl, let’s
go have some drinks ... martinis, pina coladas and cosmopolitans ...”),
partyin’, and wooin’ some fine suga mama, but it’s the delivery,
the STYLE and the positively overpowering vocals (with some able assistance
from equally talented Goodie Mob rhymemeister Cee-Lo Green) that sets this track
apart from the homogenized, phony bullshit you hear pumping outta every Gap
sound system and payola-infested modern “R&B” FM radio station
from here to eternity.
This
song contains elements of Jazze’s formidable inspirations (the smooth,
sexy vocal delivery of Al Wilson; the driving, funky beats of Isaac Hayes’
best work; the tasty guitar licks of George Benson; the hello-kitty backing
vocals of The Chi-Lites) as well as the modern studio wizardry he’s so
famous for. My suggestion? Go pick up Best Of The Bar-Kays, Isaac Hayes’
Hot Buttered Soul, and this single. Then hit the corner liquor store,
score yourself a big ass bottle of your fave bevy, and sit around your stereo
having your own badass happy hour. Seriously—this song just may have changed
my attitude about modern R&B for good. Don’t hate the playa, ‘Dial-heads—hate
the game! Thank you Jazze, thank you Cee-Lo, thank you vodka tonics with a twist
of fresh lemon. Yum!!
That’s it for this week, ya partyin’ playas an’ booty-bumpin’
babes—tune in again, same time, same space, for more cosmic rockin’
funkin’ roll. Until then—make yer own damn news.
If you have local music news/gigs/events/CDs you’d like to see mentioned
in this column, or you’d just like to tip me off to your own favorite
happy hour, send replies to: Tmygunn777@peoplepc.com. ||
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