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Same Old Game

Over the past couple weeks, we’ve seen a fresh incarnation of a game we’ve all become familiar with during the last seven years. It’s called “Will You Denounce This?” The game begins when Donald Trump says or does something that used to be thought of as outrageous. The media then jump into action by asking any Republican they can get in front of a microphone to denounce Trump. As in:

Reporter: “Senator Leghorn, Donald Trump said this week that the United States should bomb Puerto Rico to keep Democrats from making it the 51st state. Puerto Rico is an American territory and Puerto Ricans are American citizens. Will you denounce Trump’s statement that the United States should bomb American citizens?”

Leghorn: “Well, President Trump says a lot of things, and I don’t think anything is gained from addressing these ‘gotcha’ questions from the media.”

Reporter: “But Mr. Trump is saying we should bomb one of our own territories, which could kill thousands of American citizens. Surely you don’t condone such a thing.”

Leghorn: “Look, I work for the American people, and the American people are concerned about high taxes, inflation, drag queens, and Hunter Biden’s laptop. The kind of questions you’re asking are irrelevant, premature, and based on speculation.”

Reporter [incredulous voice]: “So you won’t denounce the bombing and killing of American citizens by American armed forces?”

Leghorn: “Well, of course I don’t personally approve of bombing Puerto Rico, but the president is privy to information we don’t have, and he has a right to express his opinion.”

Reporter: “So, if Mr. Trump gets the GOP nomination in 2024, will you support him?”

Leghorn: “It’s a long way to 2024 so I don’t want to play that game, but, as a Republican, I will of course support our nominee. Also, Hunter Biden’s laptop.”

So yeah, that wasn’t exactly what happened recently, but Trump did roll out three doozies. First, he vowed that when he became president again, he would pardon anyone involved in the January 6th attack on the U.S. Capitol. Then, he had dinner with musician Kanye West, who just last week on Alex Jones’ InfoWars, expressed his admiration for Adolf Hitler and his disdain for Jews. Having this guy to dinner was not a great look for Trump. But “Ye” upped the ante and brought Nick Fuentes, a white supremacist, anti-Semite, and avowed Nazi boot-licker who makes Ye look progressive.

When word got out about the dinner, the media began a fresh round of “Will You Denounce This?” And they actually found a few Republicans willing to say that Trump was wrong to host these assholes for dinner, including Mike Pence, Chris Christie, and Mitt Romney. Progress, right?

Not exactly. Before the ruckus ensuing from his dinner could die down, Trump posted the following on his Truth Social network: “With the revelation of MASSIVE & WIDESPREAD FRAUD & DECEPTION in working closely with Big Tech Companies, the DNC, & the Democrat Party, do you throw the Presidential Election Results of 2020 OUT and declare the RIGHTFUL WINNER, or do you have a NEW ELECTION? … A Massive Fraud of this type and magnitude allows for the termination of all rules, regulations, and articles, even those found in the Constitution.”

No one knows for sure what provoked this latest Trump outburst. Perhaps the weirdness of those Hunter Biden penis pictures coming out via a Twitter story? Surely we don’t need to terminate the Constitution for that, do we? I mean, unless that thing was really huge.

It’s tempting to dismiss all this as the ranting of a delusional fool, but bear in mind that this is a man who could still become the GOP nominee — and that most Republicans are still afraid to stand up to a guy who pledges to release convicted January 6th rioters, has dinner with two Hitler-lovers, calls for the overturning of the 2020 election, and says we should terminate the U.S. Constitution.

There’s an adage that you should never play chess with a pigeon because they knock over all the pieces, shit on the board, and then strut around like they won. If the Republicans don’t pick a new king soon, they’re going to need another board. This game is getting old.

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Rough Water Ahead

On Sunday, former President Donald Trump attacked American Jews on his Truth Social platform. His message: Jews in the United States need to “get their act together” and show more appreciation for the state of Israel and Donald Trump “before it is too late.”

That concluding sentence caused a lot of blowback from Jewish groups, who saw Trump’s post as a veiled threat and a thinly disguised message to his MAGA and white supremacist base that Jews were a problem. It was remarks like these that got Trump banned from Twitter and led to his forming Truth Social, where his audience is relatively minuscule but where he can post whatever lies and racist tropes that arise in his addled brain without constraint.

Speaking of addled brains: Earlier in the week, wealthy rapper and confirmed lunatic, Kanye West, offered his own anti-Semitic post on Twitter, stating he was going to “go death con 3 [sic] on JEWISH PEOPLE.” He later posted that George Floyd was not murdered but died of a Fentanyl overdose (a racist trope that was disproved at trial). West was banned from Twitter and restricted on Instagram for his remarks, but he immediately announced that he was going to buy the troubled wanna-be-Twitter social medium, Parler.

Meanwhile, the world’s richest man, Tesla CEO Elon Musk, was nearing a final deal to take over Twitter, the most influential social medium for news and opinion in the world. Musk’s recent remarks on the war in Ukraine make it clear he is a Putin enabler, which could be a problem. Musk has also stated that when he takes over Twitter he will “reduce content moderation” and will allow “all speech that stops short of violating the law,” meaning Trump, Kanye, Marjorie Taylor Greene, and other racists currently banned from Twitter would be reinstated and allowed to spew whatever garbage they want, as long as it’s “legal.” And meaning that Truth Social, Parler, and Twitter would all be owned by egocentric billionaires. Good times.

This is nothing new, of course. American mass media has long been dominated by wealthy men who used their influential mass-media platforms to further their own ambitions and political views. In the early 20th century, William Randolph Hearst owned 30 influential newspapers that featured lurid stories on crime, corruption, politics, and sex. Hearst controlled the editorial positions and political news in his papers and is considered to have almost single-handedly influenced the United States to declare war on Spain and invade Cuba in 1898.

Little has changed. Consider Rupert Murdoch (Fox News, Wall Street Journal), Michael Bloomberg (Forbes, Business Week), Jeff Bezos (Washington Post, Amazon), and Mark Zuckerberg (Meta, Facebook, Instagram). Throw in Musk and Twitter, and that’s a lot of influence and power in the hands of five* self-interested billionaires.

Republicans, the majority of whom are now election deniers and Trump enablers, are naturally quite happy about the possibility of these three social mediums being owned by their kind of people. The official GOP House Judiciary Committee tweeted last week: “Kanye. Elon. Trump.” Not subtle, and even more disturbing when you consider that the anti-Semitic garbage Trump and Kanye posted garnered no criticism from any Republican of note.

We are three weeks out from a midterm election that no one seems to have a handle on. The polls are all over the place, with most indicating the Democrats will hold the Senate and lose the House. Still, no one knows, and accurate polling has never been more difficult. When was the last time you answered a call from an unknown number to take a poll? Democrats can take hope from this summer’s landslide pro-choice vote in deep-red Kansas, which the polls missed by double-digit percentage points. Republicans can take hope from the fact that a hypocritical, prevaricating moron like Herschel Walker is polling competitively in the Georgia Senate race, a staggering indictment of the electorate.

In addition to the election drama, Trump is facing multiple indictments in state and federal courts, with the DOJ hovering, waiting for the election to be over before making any moves in the Mar-a-Lago documents case. What we’ve learned after six years of Trump-induced chaos is that democracy is a fragile thing, and that rough water is likely still ahead. Buckle up.

*Editor’s note: In an earlier version of this story, Warren Buffett was listed as one of the billionaire newspaper owners. Buffett divested his newspaper holdings in 2020.

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Tennessee Voters Showed Up for Kanye West

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Donald Trump won Tennessee, but Kanye West won its heart.

With 10,256 votes for him here, Tennesseans pulled the lever for West more than voters of any other state. Minnesota had the next-highest vote total for West with 7,654 votes cast for him there. Kentucky was next with 6,259 votes cast for West.

Tennessee Secretary of State

Here is West’s national total, according to Vulture:

Arkansas: 4,040

Colorado: 6,127

Idaho: 3,092

Iowa: 3,197

Kentucky: 6,259

Louisiana: 4,894

Minnesota: 7,654

Mississippi: 3,117

Oklahoma: 5,590

Tennessee: 10,195

Utah: 4,311

Vermont: 1,255

West was Tennessee’s fourth-highest vote-getter. He was sandwiched between independent Jo Jorgensen (29,806 votes) and Independent Don Blankenship (5,350 votes).

West came in fourth in Shelby County, too. Here, he won 1,598 votes, coming behind Jorgenson (2,418 votes) and above write-in candidates (1,160 votes).

Shelby County Election Commission

Davidson County (Nashville) secured the most votes for West. There, he won 2,590.

West won votes in all of Tennessee’s 95 counties. He scored the lowest in Hancock County (Sneedville), which is north of Knoxville on the Virginia border. There, West won one vote.

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The Rant (February 12, 2015)

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Sir Paul McCartney, Rihanna, and Kanye West perform at the Grammy Awards

How fortunate am I that the Grammy Awards should occur on the same night that I write this column? My original opening sentence was going to be, “For the love of everything that’s holy, vaccinate your damn kids,” but the musical-industrial complex’s annual circle-jerk is just too outrageous to go uncommented upon.

Before we enter snarkville, let me tell you what was good about the show. Catering to the aging demographic, the former headbangers AC/DC played their hit song, “Highway to Hell.” Only, it was a hit in 1979, before two-thirds of the audience was born, and it was revealed that the ancient mariners needed a teleprompter, upon which appeared the lyrics to their own song, just in case those tri-focals failed. Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett continued their May/December smoochy lounge act, singing Irving Berlin’s, “Cheek to Cheek.” But here’s a secret: The 88-year-old Bennett can’t sing anymore and she’s been carrying him for awhile. At least she didn’t wear meat this year. Beyoncé was divine. Pharrell Williams was terrific. Usher was great. And I was happy to see Beck win Album of the Year, although Twitter erupted with queries of, “Who is this guy Beck?” Which is a shame since I still consider him one of the newer artists.

Annie Lennox was all class singing the old Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ song, “I Put a Spell on You,” in direct contrast to Madonna, who refuses to age gracefully or perform an age-appropriate song. I get it: She’s a gym rat who’s in good shape for her age, and she has great legs. Still, they’re attached to a 56-year-old ass, and her sex-kitten routine, surrounded by back-up dancers wearing demon’s horns, has lasted well past its shelf life. The 60-year-old Lennox, in black slacks, sequined top, and minimal makeup, looked beautiful by comparison and didn’t need auto-tune either. I love Pharrell, who won Best Pop Solo Performance for “Happy,” only he was dressed in a bell-hop outfit reminiscent of The Grand Budapest Hotel. That funny doorman’s outfit will probably be this year’s Smokey the Bear hat. Emotional tenor Sam Smith, who won Best New Artist, Song of the Year, and Record of the Year for his smash hit, “Stay With Me,” neglected to thank Tom Petty, for whom he recently gave a songwriter’s credit and paid an undisclosed, out-of-court settlement for cribbing the chorus to Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down.”

The most egregious pairing of the night, and possibly of all time, was the trio of Kanye West, Rihanna, and Sir Paul McCartney singing a nondescript song called “FourFiveSeconds,” just released as Rihanna’s new single. Sir Paul has all the money and fame in the world. For the life of me, I can’t understand why he would enter into this unholy alliance. Didn’t he learn anything from that heinous duet he did with Michael Jackson? Or is he that desperate to remain relevant? Basically, McCartney was reduced to playing back-up guitar and singing inaudible low harmony while Rihanna warbled and Kanye chirped through auto-tune to cover up the fact that he can’t sing. McCartney was among the nine songwriters on this mess, but he was content standing there like a twit and never even sang a verse. I had to shout out loud, “Do you remember who his partners used to be?”

That faint music you hear is John Lennon, somewhere from the great beyond, singing another chorus of his “How Do You Sleep at Night.” And speaking of songwriters, the winner of the Best R&B Song, Beyoncé’s “Drunk in Love,” credited eight writers. Since when did songs begin getting written by committee? It only took one person to write “A Case of You.”

It was keenly disappointing to see that the “In Memoriam” segment, while mentioning music lawyers and agents, omitted the names of artists and legends beloved to Memphians whom we lost this year: Jimi Jamison, John Fry, Mabon “Teenie” Hodges, Jack Holder, John Hampton, and “Cowboy” Jack Clement, the legendary producer who began his career with Sam Phillips at Sun Records. I understand the names were printed in a longer read-out on the Grammy site, but each of these artists deserved an on-air remembrance.

The program’s closing segment, a tribute to the movie, Selma, featuring Beyoncé, John Legend, and Common, was transcendent. I’ve heard Legend sing many times, but I believe this was his finest performance. There’s a lot of great music out there; it’s just not what the near-extinct, corporate labels want you to hear. Personally, I enjoy watching the old, thieving, grimy music “industry” implode. It deserves to. All told, the 2015 Grammys were merely tepid, but it might have been worse. They could have let Dave Grohl play.

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Bonnaroo!!!!!!

Elton John

  • Elton John

The 13th annual Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival, which happens to fall during a full moon on a Friday the 13th, kicks off on Thursday, June 12th and runs through Sunday, June 15th in Manchester, Tennessee.

Elton John, Kanye West, Jack White, Lionel Richie, and Vampire Weekend are headlining a massive bill that includes a number of festival first-timers and lesser-known acts as well as a handful of veterans that have become festival favorites.

Psychedelic rock band The Flaming Lips, rapper Wiz Khalifa, and EDM DJ Skrillex are making comeback appearances. In fact, Skrillex will lead one of Bonnaroo’s legendary Superjams along with Big Gigantic, Damien Marley, DJ Zedd, Janelle Monae, Chance the Rapper, and Robbie Kreiger of the The Doors.

Other acts include indie-pop duo MS MR, late-’90s indie rockers Neutral Milk Hotel, South African rap-rave duo Die Antwoord, rapper Frank Ocean, Australian rockers Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and English garage rockers Arctic Monkeys.

Skrillex

  • Skrillex

Two well-known Memphis acts will be making an appearance. Soulstress Valerie June is playing an early set at the modest This Tent on Saturday, and Lucero will be the opening act on the larger Which Stage on Sunday.

There’s so much more to Bonnaroo than music though. Craig Robinson (The Office, Hot Tub Time Machine) is headlining in the comedy tent. There’s a Friday the 13th costume party in Snake & Jake’s Christmas Club Barn (a club in the main Centeroo area that celebrates the holidays in June with lights, reindeer, and a creepy Santa). And Friday the 13th will be screening in the Cinema Tent, where cult classics are shown throughout the weekend.

Craig Robinson

  • Craig Robinson

There’s a Roo Run 5K for those who can actually wake up and run at 9 a.m. on a Bonnaroo Saturday, and a number of Yogaroo and meditation classes will be offered near the Solar Stage.

As for food, Bonnaroo is rolling out more dining options this year with Hamageddon, which we would assume is serving ham, and Baconland, where diners can sample “bacon flights with quality selections from around the country.” The Food Truck Oasis, a food truck court with offerings from across the country, will be back this year, and craft beer lovers can sample brew from all over at the Broo’ers beer tent.

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Listening Log

After spending the last several years grousing about the domination of indie-rock bands on year-end lists — a product of the Internet-driven proliferation of indie-rock-specialist critics at the expense of generalists with more open ears and a better sense of history — I’m surprised and somewhat disappointed to report that this is my most indie-rock heavy year-end list ever. Five of my Top 10 albums this year are indie-rock records, and it would be six if I included Harlan T. Bobo’s Sucker, which I voted for in The Village Voice‘s “Pazz and Jop” critics poll but which I’m leaving off here to avoid duplication with last week’s local year-end lists.

But what can you do? Kanye West and Taylor Swift aside, Titus Andronicus’ Patrick Stickles, Allo Darlin’s Elizabeth Morris, and Love Is All’s Josephine Olausson are the three most compelling personalities I encountered in one year and hundreds of records worth of listening. And the other two indie selections — from the music-first Vampire Weekend and No Age — were, discounting some decades-old Afropop, simply the prettiest records of the year.

Instead, where I think the crit consensus erred this year (aside from a good but not great Arcade Fire album) is on a couple of very much alt-oriented R&B records: Janelle Monae’s The ArchAndroid and Cee-Lo Green’s The Lady Killer. I understand why, because I want to like those albums too. But Monae’s reach exceeds her grasp on an album that’s too ornate and too draggy, while Cee-Lo’s rejection of his Rev. Ike rap flow has been good for his pocketbook but bad for his art. Monae and Cee-Lo were both singles artists for me this year, as the following lists attest.

Top 30 Albums:

1. The Monitor — Titus Andronicus (XL): Patrick Stickles and his crew of unruly punk-Springsteen Jerseyites mix up their mythologies on this bravura second album, named after the Union Navy ironclad and launched with a pre-presidential quotation from Abraham Lincoln. For Stickles, the recurrent Civil War imagery ties into his own personal advance into and retreat from Southern territory, but he gets off on the era’s union of elegant language and righteous anger, and the band evokes the enormity of that historical moment as something of a rebuke to their own generational torpor. Like abolitionist hero William Lloyd Garrison, also quoted, they do not wish to think, speak, or write with moderation. And they will be heard. Loudly. For this scalawag, in a year when “Confederate heritage” came roaring back, nothing else matched it.

2. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy — Kanye West (Roc-a-Fella): Insecurity, awkwardness, and self-flagellation would seem to be fatal flaws in the Darwinian world of mainstream hip-hop, but West has long made these traits the source of his artistic strength. And they are everything on this relentlessly self-focused, dark-comic, and belligerent opus, which earns every adjective in its cumbersome title. Even on the rare occasion when words fail West, the music never does. This third classic in five tries is a tour de force that combines unnerving distortion, stormy orchestral passages, icy piano loops, thundering beats, and sharp samples (most pointedly: King Crimson’s “21st Century Schizoid Man”) into a musical maelstrom meant to reflect West’s rattled psyche.

3. Contra — Vampire Weekend (XL): The songs here — travelogue observations, generous snapshots of a doomed relationship — are harder to pin down now that Vampire Weekend is off campus and out into the world, but they are very much into the world: There’s an admirable lack of navel-gazing on this sophomore album, which expends no energy reacting to either the band’s own success or its inevitable backlash. Musically, Contra is gorgeous, as refined as The Monitor is raw. The band’s brisk union of Afropop and new wave (along with other secondary components) lacks the bracing novelty of the debut, but the sonics prove more expansive and confident over time. And frontman Ezra Koenig has put as much work into his unabashedly pretty vocals as the band has into its heroically syncretic yet simple sound.

4. Allo Darlin’ — Allo Darlin’ (Fortuna Pop!): On this London indie-pop band’s jaunty debut, bandleader Elizabeth Morris starts with three consecutive nightlife evocations of charming modesty (“Will you go out with me tonight?/Lose it on a disco floor/Take the night bus with me tonight?/Frost on the window”), then opens up into a vision of the good life that I can get with: making dinner with your sweetie, taking a vacation swim, arguing over movies, referencing-without-naming Johnny Cash and the Chiffons on back-to-back songs. Morris worries that she should have stayed in school and isn’t sure where this band thing is headed, but for now she’s all-in. Her heartbeat is her backbeat: “Though I’ve got no money to burn/I’m gonna burn what I’ve got/And though this band is awful/I like them an awful lot.”

5. Two Thousand and Ten Injuries — Love Is All (Polyvinyl): With tiny Josephine Olausson chirping mightily over springy, skronky guitar-bass-drum-sax art-punk accompaniment, this Swedish band evokes such spirited femme-fronted first-generation punks as X-Ray Spex and Kleenex. This passionate, spirited third album is their most melodic, a collection of bigger, bolder mostly love songs that run the gamut from exuberant (“Bigger Bolder”) to spiteful/regretful (“Less Than Thrilled”) to yearning (“Side in a Bed”: “I want my hands to be held/I want someone to put under my spell”).

6. Everything in Between — No Age (Sub Pop): Like Hüsker Dü and Pavement before them, this California guitar/drum duo with skate-punk roots tweaks hardcore into something more personal, artier, and more affable. But the way they locate hazy beauty in dissonance and propulsion on this, their third and most tuneful album, evokes pastoral, post-revolutionary Sonic Youth. (No Age plays the Hi-Tone Café on Tuesday, January 25th.)

7. I Am What I Am — Merle Haggard (Vanguard): Maybe if Haggard had worked with a producer like Jack White, Rick Rubin, or T-Bone Burnett, covered songs by critically overestimated alt-rock vets like Elvis Costello or Tom Waits, or released it on some hip rock-oriented label, this autumnal gem might have gotten a little more attention. Instead, the 73-year-old Haggard penned a batch of new songs, recorded them with his road band at his home studio, and quietly released them via the rootsy indie Vanguard. The result is a beaut of a record — quite possibly his best studio album — with the Western swing and straight jazz influences that have always underpinned Haggard’s music pushed out front. I Am What I Am doesn’t sound like a final testament. It sounds like a late-life renewal with the potential for encores plenty. Here’s hoping he gets the chance to top it.

8. Speak Now — Taylor Swift (Big Machine): A preternaturally gifted songwriter who represents something rare if not unique in the annals of pop music and speaks to a big, interesting audience in big, interesting ways, Swift graduates from teendom with her best album yet, featuring premonitions of adult love, intimations of sex, feisty daydreams, anthemic ammunition for the beaten and bullied, a farewell to fairy tales, and a heartbreaker in which she reminds her 14-year-old fans of their parents’ mortality on the way to introducing them to their own. Not bad for 21.

9. Once Upon a Time in Senegal: The Birth of Mbalax — Etoile de Dakar (Stern’s Africa): Most of this year’s “old music newly released” attention went to Bruce Springsteen and the Rolling Stones for handsome, packed-with-extras editions of really good (Darkness on the Edge of Town) and really great (Exile on Main Street) ’70s albums. But my favorite archival title of the year was this lilting, lovely, but still invigorating two-disc selection of 1979 to 1981 recordings of Youssou N’Dour’s first band.

10. Welder — Elizabeth Cook (31 Tigers): This indie-not-alt country singer-songwriter splits the difference, stylistically, between folk-rock icon Lucinda Williams and mainstream stalwart Miranda Lambert. And though Cook’s not quite the same magnitude an artist as either, she gets there on this good album’s two great songs: the richly detailed autobiographical showcases “Mama’s Funeral” and “Heroin Addict Sister.”

Honorable Mentions: Sir Luscious Leftfoot … The Son of Chico Dusty — Big Boi (Def Jam); Body Talk — Robyn (Konichiwa); How I Got Over — The Roots (Def Jam); Treats — Sleigh Bells (Mom + Pop); Rush To Relax — Eddy Current Suppression Ring (Goner); The Big To-Do — The Drive-By Truckers (ATO); This Is Happening — LCD Soundsystem (DFA/Virgin); To All My Friends: Blood Makes the Blade Holy — Atmosphere (Rhymesayers); Blue-Eyed Black Boy — Balkan Beat Box (Nat Geo Music); Astro Coast — Surfer Blood (Kanine); The Suburbs — Arcade Fire (Merge); Sea of Cowards — The Dead Weather (Third Man/Warner Bros.); All Day — Girl Talk (self-released); Fixin’ the Charts — Everybody Was in the French Resistance … Now (Cooking Vinyl); Maya — M.I.A. (Interscope); A Badly Broken Code – Dessa (Doomtree); Next Stop … Soweto: Township Sounds From the Golden Age of Mbaqanga — Various Artists (Strut); Distant Relatives —  Nas & Damian “JR. Gong” Marley (Def Jam); Heaven Is Whenever — The Hold Steady (Vagrant); Trunk Muzik 0-60 — Yelawolf (Interscope)

Top 20 Singles: “Rill Rill” — Sleigh Bells (Mom + Pop); “Bigger Bolder” — Love Is All (Polyvinyl); “Only Prettier” — Miranda Lambert (Sony); “Mine” — Taylor Swift (Big Machine); “Wut” — Girl Unit (Night Slugs); “From a Table Away” — Sunny Sweeney (Republic Nashville); “Holding You Down (Going in Circles)” — Jazmine Sullivan featuring Missy Elliott (J Records); “Shine Blockas” — Big Boi featuring Gucci Mane (Def Jam); “Dancing on My Own” — Robyn (Konichiwa); “As We Enter” — Nas & Damien Marley (Def Jam); “Cold War” — Janelle Monae (Bad Boy); “Rude Boy” — Rihanna (Def Jam); “Draggin’ the River” — Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert (Warner Bros.); “Only an Expert” — Laurie Anderson (Nonesuch); “Tightrope” — Janelle Monae featuring Big Boi (Bad Boy); “Lightweight Jammin'” — E-40 featuring Clyde Carson and Husalah (Heavy on the Grind); “Fuck You” — Cee-Lo Green (Elektra); “Bloodbuzz Ohio” — The National (4AD); “Airplanes” — B.O.B. featuring Hayley Williams (Atlantic); “Little White Church” — Little Big Town (Capitol)

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Kanye West steps back but still rises above.

It’s no surprise that — impressive sales aside — Kanye West’s new album pales in comparison to his first two. Nobody — at least nobody since the Beatles/Stones/Dylan heyday — has made three consecutive albums as momentous as The College Dropout and Late Registration. So a dropoff was inevitable.

An established producer before he took up the mic, West is widely mocked by hip-hop specialists for his shaky rapping. It’s true that his bumpy flow and often corny wordplay fall considerably short of such pure MCs as Rakim, Notorious B.I.G., or Eminem. But The College Dropout and Late Registration established West as perhaps hip-hop’s greatest idea man: dissecting consumerism and eloquently flipping a Lauryn Hill hook on the self-implicating “All Falls Down,” sneaking liberation theology into heavy rotation on “Jesus Walks,” meditating on social ills too mundane for lesser rap artists over a dreamy refrain from that Maroon 5 dude on “Heard ‘Em Say,” subtly yet defiantly offering a humanizing counterpoint to the self-imposed limitations of Dirty South hip-hop on “Drive Slow.” This was the work of a brilliant pop artist, one who, for all his bluster, acknowledged a wider range of day-to-day African-American life than perhaps any musician hip-hop has produced.

Graduation, by contrast, is a retrenchment, West’s self-absorption consuming his music to the point where he seems incapable of burrowing too deeply into any individual idea not directly related to his own career. On the closing “Big Brother,” West assumes that we’re interested in a relatively naked but witless five-minute meditation on his relationship with Jay-Z.

As a result, Graduation works almost solely as a compendium of West’s more modest but reliable musical pleasures: the funny, self-aware one-liners (“I’m like the fly Malcolm X/Buy any jeans necessary”); the smart samples (Steely Dan on “Champion,” Chipmunked Michael Jackson on “Good Life”); the relatable plain talk (“Lauryn Hill says her heart is in Zion/I wish her heart still was in rhymin'”); and the musical grace notes (singing along softly to Laura Nyro at the beginning of “The Glory,” singing sidekick T-Pain climaxing “Good Life” with “It’s the good life/Better than the life I lived when I thought I was gonna go cray-zay/And now my grandmama ain’t the only girl calling me bay-bay“).

As modest artistically as it is immodest personally, Graduation still rises above most of a pretty bad year. That it’s half as impressive as West’s previous albums and still threatens to be the year’s best hip-hop record says as much about the state of the genre as it does the immensity of West’s talents. — Chris Herrington

Grade: A-

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Kanye “Hearts” JT

Kanye West says in the September issue of XXL magazine that Justin Timberlake is his biggest inspiration and his biggest competition.

In fact, the rapper says that Memphis’ favorite former boy-bander is the only contemporary musician as influential as him. “He’s the only other person that gets an across-the-board response and respect level – black radio, white radio. If Justin hadn’t come out and killed the game, I can’t say that my album, singles and videos would be on the same level that they’re on. We push each other. I look at me and Justin like Prince and Michael Jackson in their day.”

And they’ve both had garnered conservative criticism because of live TV appearances: Kanye said that President Bush hated black people during a Hurricane Katrina broadcast and Justin pulled off Janet Jackson’s top.

The story isn’t online, but you can pick up the XXL on newstands.