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When in doubt, take it back to the disco-rap. “Thank You” is barely past the evolutionary production stage of “Good Times,” but the wheel hasn’t been improved much over the last few millennium’s either. You know what has improved over the last few centuries though? Work-out plans. Maybe Kanye, he of the nouveau work out plan let Bussa Bus and Kamal borrow his personal trainer. Either way, we can now blame long stretches of absences from veteran rappers on their time spent in the gym. To be fair, that shit can take a lot of time. It’s a half hour to get to the gym and a half hour back and sometimes you wanna’ do a sauna or a steam and the next thing you know, your day is ruined and there’s no time for rapping. Slick Rick must be Shaq diesel by now.
Either way, if Busta and Tip don’t package a fitness plan with their latest album, they’re slipping. It’s 2013, there are ample ancillary extra-musical revenue streams to be pursued. This song is the jam of all jams, but you already knew that because you are reading this on the Internet, where you can be accused of writing a think-piece if your posts go beyond two-line sentences that say little more than “THIS SHIT IS HOT” or “LOL. THEY ARE FOOLS FOR THIS.” Sometimes brevity can be soulless. Thankfully, there is Busta Rhymes.
Thank you Busta and Q. This brings me back to the days when a high school kid in pink polos first discovered Midnight Marauders and everything changed for the better. The newest joint from the-hit-or-miss-but-always-lovable Mr. Rhymes, “Thank You,” featuring several stellar verses from my favorite MC of all time, Q-Tip, is a reminder that inventive, lyrical backpack hip hop is still alive. R&B might be in vogue in hip hop hipsterdom, and Pitchfork might be disingenuously slinging out eight point ratings to Waka Flocka, but “Thank You,” with brief throw-away cameos from Kanye and Baby D, is proof that spitting poetry, half-hilarious half-brilliant, over minimalist jazz piano and sparse beats still works. With Busta’s comic book onomatopoeiae (“See how we push sometimes man forget cuff, beat him the head / Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof / Beat him in the head again, “stop killing me, Wolf!”) in full effect and Q-Tip’s smoothly delivered no-sweat-off-my-back Brooklyn bravado as fresh as ever (“Bitches and ballerinas / Ballers and in-betweeners / Blatant non-believers and over-achievers / Kicking it in paisley Adidas”), “Thank You” delivers on all counts. Check it out below.
STREAM: Busta Rhymes – “Thank You (Ft. Q-Tip, Kanye West, Lil’ Wayne)”
By the time this is published I’ll have crossed the bridge into my triumphant, 40th year. While I am wracked with thoughts like “how the hell did THIS happen?” and “…but I still look like I am 25…” (just agree with me), I also realize that I haven’t said thanks to the many folks I don’t have the luxury of seeing or speaking to everyday. You know…people I am only acquainted with virtually or via the airwaves. Individuals who, despite distance and some mystery, still make my life extraordinarily fantastic. Who? Well…here goes:
Firstly, to the songs that fill my otherwise quiet days with song and emotion: bless you. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: records and their tunes are the most loyal friends I have. They are ready and willing to hang out at a split-second’s notice, and they don’t drink or eat much (read: more for me). Oink.
To my 6 readers: yes! Thanks for being my audience and giving me feedback enough to keep on going. Seriously, to be brutally honest? Audience or not, I find getting my ramblings down and out rather than clogging up my head rather meditative. That said, if my words can make one person go out and listen to a record for the first time or revisit something that has been collecting dust on the shelves for ages? Huzzah! Worth the time it took to scribble things down nine times over. Ten, even.
To the music-hungry youth of the world: GO ON! Keep blogging..keep listening..skip lunch and buy vinyl! You have the time to immerse yourself in all that’s new and gorgeous, music-wise. Keep teaching me. I love it and I still have a lot to learn. Just agree to listen to me a little. I’ve been around the block several times and, well, I know my shit. Mostly.
Lastly, to my fellow Knox Road writers…you guys make me laugh and think. Our tastes sometimes differ but your ability to succinctly get your thoughts down drives me to listen. Many thanks for inviting me into the KR fold some 3 years ago. We might be in different cities (and continents!) but you have become good friends and colleagues of sorts, regardless of locale.
So..there you go. I have some birthday shenanigans to get into. Until next time.
(Note: much credit given to a fellow blogger/musician who wrote a lovely thank you post recently, inspiring me to follow suit…)
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