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jay-z album coverI’ll admit: as much as I love Jay-Z, I didn’t like his last album, Kingdom Come. I listened to it maybe twice — and yet I couldn’t figure out where he had gone wrong, what with all of his raw talent and posse of talented producers.

It seemed to me that the album lacked heart. Jay-Z has had a lot to rap about up to now - his tough childhood, his involvement in drug dealing, and a long hard struggle to the top of the rap scene. But recently, everything seemed to be going right: he is one of the richest and most famous rappers, he is a hugely successful businessman outside of his rap career, and he is in a weirdly stable long term relationship with fellow blockbuster musical artist and businesswoman Beyonce. And you can only listen to so many rap songs about how well everything is going.

When rap as a genre expects semi-autobiographical songs that focus on struggle and conflict (preferably on the streets), what are successful rappers who have overcome adversity left to rap about? Is it possible for an older, comfortably settled, rapper who now makes his biggest deals in high-rise boardrooms to make a “real,” heart-felt album?  

Jay-Z seems to have struggled with this problem on Kingdom Come and failed - he ended up with a bad album and a slightly embarrassing Budweiser Select commercial.

But, a year later, Jay-Z has solved the problem with his new album, American Gangster. It seemed like nothing less than an epiphany: he saw the movie and was inspired to write a concept rap album about the rise and fall of many people who have played the game on the streets - complete with early-70s musical influences and, on some songs, very clear parallels drawn to specific scenes in the movie.

This idea is nothing less than a necessary step for rap to take - as the rap artist lifestyle changes, they will have to tap into different places for inspiration. Just as Jay-Z’s 1996 debut album Reasonable Doubt sent waves through the rap world, American Gangster is just as big a step forward. This album, as a whole, is about big ideas and is cohesive (theme-wise and musically) like no other rap album I’ve heard before.

More than that, though, finding inspiration through the figure of the movie’s central figure Frank Lucas, Jay-Z seems to have rediscovered something that he can actively be interested in - you can almost hear in his voice how much more he cares about these songs than on his last album. As he says on his song “No Hook,” “I don’t need no hook for this shit / this is not for commercial usage.” It’s as if he is apologizing for the time he spent artistically lost and uninspired.

The album is full of energy, horns, and 70s samples. And in everything, from the rhymes to the production to the hooks (when there are hooks), you can hear that not only is the old Jay-Z back, but he’s learned some new tricks.

britney spears blackoutHere’s an image for you: me, sitting in a little messy cubicle, answering hundreds of responses from unsolicited emails about history textbooks, listening to Britney Spears’ new album, Blackout way, way too loud on my headphones and bobbing my head. Every once and a while, like when Britney rhymes position, mission, and permission, or when Britney obviously misses several nasally notes in a row, I will stop bobbing my head and frown.

So yes, I decided not to Be Proactive to Help and go ahead and buy the album. And the bonus track.

I have a lot of mixed feelings. Before purchasing the album last night, I read a bunch of positive reviews of it online. “It’s totally not a horrible, overweight disaster!” record reviews wrote. “I really thought that this album would be a bad mother struggling with a substance abuse problem and a fresh divorce, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a collection of 13 pop songs!”

It seems that people like the album because it’s not another train wreck of a misstep like Brit’s performance at the  MTV VMAs or her two children - their expectations were low, so it was a pleasant surprise. They can’t separate Brit’s life from her music. And the music isn’t bad. The beats are good and catchy and the production is great. I would say I even like three or four of the songs more than anyone should.

Of course, is it Brit’s music? I’m going to say no, and it’s not just because I’m a poor jealous talentless brunette. She can buy the best producers in the business, and this album features Bloodshy & Avant, the Clutch and the Neptunes - people who can make catchy songs out of anything. Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if Britney didn’t even sing in the studio for this album — she was just recorded having a whiny, breathy conversation out in the parking lot and they sampled bits and pieces of it. Like she said, “Gimme more fried chicken, baby!” and they cut out “fried chicken” and made two hit songs out of it.

Because, after all of these years, it’s still pretty apparent that Brit isn’t the best singer out there. She’s often shrill, nasally, and off pitch. The best songs are the ones where she’s mostly just talking in the background or making those weird sexy noises she makes. When it comes to guilty-pleasure pop divas, I’ll stick with Pink and Shakira - who are not only better singers, but who also manage to write their own songs from time to time (Britney is credited on two songs on Blackout, although one of them is the less-than-brilliant “oh oh Baby,” which contains the lyrics “oh oh baby baby baby baby baby” and is about the physical act of sex).

The lyrics on the album that are not the words “hot” or “baby” seem like a study in irony or perhaps just a lot of hilarious misunderstandings - songs like “Piece of Me” are about what a mess she’s been over the last year or so, and how she’s really sassy about it, but it becomes quickly apparent that she didn’t write the lyrics. I mean, you can’t really complain about people taking pictures of you while you get out of your car when you often show your genitals during the process. Can you?

In the end, I’m not sure if I learned any secrets about my enemy Brit by listening to this. She’s just not there very much - you can’t feel her presence like in some of her earlier albums. It’s unarguably a good album, though, perhaps for that reason. Either way, she’s probably widened the lead, just a little bit, in our race to have the more successful life.

Where does that leave me, and where does that leave Britney? I’m not sure. I think I learn more about her by keeping up on the gossip, the latest of which claims that Britney was breastfeeding JJ while she was drunk on vodka. And while I find it horrifying that she’s treating her kids to Baby’s First White Russians, I’m also going to keep listening to her new album while I reply to the rest of these textbook emails. I will not, however, bob my head during the sequence where she deems to rhyme man, hand, and understand.

Read the last installment of Sarah vs. Spears here.

sam beamSam Beam, the man behind the stage name Iron and Wine, starts his new album, The Shepherd’s Dog, with a practical joke. The first few bars of the first track are of a lone acoustic guitar - quiet, scratchy, low-fi, simple. It sounds like the beginning of any song off of his first two albums, both of which mostly consisted of the original four-track demos Beam recorded in his bedroom and sent to Sub Pop at the urging of Jonathan Poneman.

Then, after ten or fifteen second of these familiar, quiet, soothing sounds, the album jumps to life: enter stereo sound, enter layered guitars, enter drums, enter some backing vocals and piano. Enter a new kind of Iron and Wine.

It’s the best kind of new album from an artist that you love. Most of the core themes and sounds that you find irresistible are there, but it’s also not a carbon copy of the band’s earlier efforts. The essence of Iron and Wine isn’t lost in the layers: the largely narrative, touching, sometimes sentimental lyrics. The whispered melancholy voice of Beam and unshakable Southern Gothic feel. The folky sound and gritty realist imagery that can only come from a big guy with a full beard and a guitar.

On the other hand, you can also see Beam exploring and trying new things. Growing and learning and having some fun. Although the first three or four songs sound like vintage Iron and Wine with the added help of studio equipment and a band, the album becomes increasingly experimental with each track. And Beam isn’t just trying out new mixes and new instruments - he’s trying on different genres and sounds: rockabilly, Afro-pop, even reggae (I think).

 Is that a xylophone? you’ll ask yourself. Are those bongos? Is this beat Caribbean? Am I actually dancing to an Iron and Wine song, when usually I curl up into a ball and think about days past and loves lost, a single tear rolling down my face and onto a gothically Southern quilt, threadbare and softened by so many restless nights?

Well, you will dance. Try to listen to “The Devil Never Sleeps” without at least tapping your feet.

Don’t get me wrong. As much as I enjoy the new sounds and the increased energy of this album, there’s a piece of me - the crying on a quilt softened with age piece of me - that misses the utterly sad and quiet almost spooky moods of Iron and Wine’s work up to now. Unlike his first two efforts, this is not an album that you can put on to go to sleep to, or write to, or drive across the Midwest in the dead of winter to. But it’s still wonderful - a natural progression for Beam - and I’m sure I’ll find other things to do while I listen to it. Perhaps drive through the Midwest in the first days of spring.

 Here’s a clip of “The Devil Never Sleeps” (the danceable one) on Letterman:

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