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Black and Wyte

With their much anticipated post-Oscar follow-up album Last 2 Walk delayed until December, Three 6 Mafia masterminds DJ Paul and Juicy J are keeping their Hypnotize Minds empire afloat with a couple of recent satellite releases: Lil Wyte’s The One and Only and Crunchy Black’s From Me to You, both produced by the Three 6 duo.

The One and Only is the third studio album from Wyte, the group’s pale-skinned, Frayser-bred protégé, and the first since 2004’s Phinally Phamous.

Wyte is actually Hypnotize Minds’ most polished MC, if not its most thoughtful lyricist. (That title would go to fellow “Bay Area” product Frayser Boy.) Lil Wyte spits with a sure, rapid flow, best heard here on “That’s What’s Up,” where he explodes at the outset: “I was born a good ole Southern boy with money up on my mind/Took a thought turned it into a rhyme/And now I do this shit all the time/Purple lean in my cup, I go with a blunt and dro up in my mouth/And I feel Pimp C. and Bun B. when say y’all need to quit hatin’ on the South.”

The regionalism on that verse locates Wyte’s anger and defiance in something specific and identifiable, but the rest of The One and Only doesn’t fare as well. It showcases an MC almost completely devoid of humor. Wyte’s celebrated patrons have been lightening up of late, but their charge seems to be overcompensating for his skin color by constantly proving how hard he is. By contrast, Houston rap honky Paul Wall gets to crack jokes, and a sense of humor was always one of Eminem’s greatest gifts.

The single “I Got Dat Candy” is a transparent attempt at piggy-backing on Wall-style auto anthems like “Drive Slow” and “Sittin’ Sideways.” Where Wall delights in his candy-coated conspicuous consumption, however, Wyte is compelled to turn even a boast about a Life Saver-colored car into a growling act of menace.

This relentless aggression wears you down when it never seems to be about anything except the artist’s (perceived) personal aggrievement. The production is solid but doesn’t exhibit the growth Three 6 has shown on their own recent releases. Paul and J are presumably saving any new “Stay Fly”s for their own forthcoming album. And though the vocal flow is more than solid, the sameness — in tone and content — gets tiresome.

If Lil Wyte is seemingly a valued member of the Hypnotize Minds camp — one whom Paul and J are grooming for a breakthrough — the same can’t be said for Crunchy Black. Long a sinister, mysterious sidekick in Three 6 proper, Crunchy Black was the first casualty of the group’s post-Oscar success, parting ways with the group due to a disagreement over finances and the direction of Crunchy’s solo career.

As such, Crunchy Black had little say over the release of From Me to You, which was apparently pulled together by Paul and J from recordings Crunchy made while still in the duo’s good graces. Crunchy’s own self-directed solo effort is expected in the coming year.

From Me to You is, like all Hypnotize Minds product, produced by Paul and J, its 11 new tracks filled out with five “screwed” remixes, which slow down tracks already on the album.

As an MC, Crunchy is either incompetent or an acquired-taste original, depending on your perspective, and I find myself coming around to the latter. Though long a Three 6 bit player, he’s responsible for the most artfully frightening moment in the Three 6 catalog with his unnervingly amoral sing-songy essay on “the money and power” to close out Project Pat’s single “Don’t Save Her.” If nothing else, Crunchy’s flow is, like Lil Wyte’s quick-lipped aggression, a worthy aural change of pace from the typical Three 6-style chanted vocals.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing on From Me to You that matches the gravity of Crunchy’s “Don’t Save Her” verse or even the colorfulness of his persona.

The opening “Do Da Crunchy Black” is, sadly, not really the gangsta-walk instructional the title suggests. I had visions of a local counterpart to “The Humpty Dance” until the song opened with a humorless call-and-response where groups of men and women hector each other. (“You can have that bitch/I don’t love that bitch,” etc. Not exactly as fun as getting busy in a Burger King bathroom.)

On the other hand, Crunchy Black does use the song as a vehicle to promise to “act a fool” on behalf of his hometown. Unfortunately, most of the city’s political class has beat him to it. Quit slipping in the game, Crunchy!

Nor is “Black on Black” the daring, envelope-pushing, critical self-examination the title suggests. It’s just a description — I think — of his ride. No candy colors for Crunchy, unless black licorice counts. At least he’s more original than Lil Wyte in this regard.

Elsewhere, From Me to You amounts to a depressingly limited vision of the boundaries of the artist’s self-described lifestyle, detailing his drug habits (“Three Different Kinds of Weed”), sexual proclivities (“Suck on the Straw”), relationships with women (“I play bitches for these riches/I’m tryin’ get whatever I can out these bitches,” from “I Play Bitches,” which seems to be a heartwarming tale of turning an abused woman into a prostitute), and other extracurricular activities (lashing out at “Snitchin’ Azz Bitches,” potentially with his “Twin 45s”).

Judging by these releases, maybe Three 6 really does need some new artists, as they themselves suggest on the “Outro” to The One and Only, or at least to hurry up with Last 2 Walk.

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The Weirdness

On his latest release, Double Up, R. Kelly, the self-proclaimed “King of R&B,” is quick to play the persecuted artist. The leadoff track, “The Champ,” finds Kelly alluding to his pending child-pornography trial in his own colorful way: “Some would like to see me [in a] ball and chain/But I’m a child of God/So my destiny’s ordained/Undisputed is the title I claim/’Bout to shoot the world up with this lyrical cocaine.”

Admittedly, with his legal troubles, pending divorce, and the sheer amount of derision heaped upon his absurd, epic hip-hopera “Trapped in the Closet,” the pity party is not unexpected. However, his sales don’t seem to be affected by the accusations of pedophilia (2005’s TP-3: Reloaded went double platinum) and, as ridiculed as “Trapped” was, it sure got a lot of people talking about him. Hell, it even received one of the highest accolades in popular music: a “Weird Al” parody, “Trapped in the Drive-Thru.” As much as any celebrity, the Quiet Storm bringer should know the adage about how there’s no such thing as bad publicity as long as your name gets spelled right, especially when it’s as easy to spell as “R. Kelly.”

Though Kelly claims to have “been through hell” and “lived in the belly of the beast,” his marketability seems to be intact. Double Up debuted at #1 on the Billboard chart its first week. One reason to explain his appeal is that he is undeniably a funny man. It seems that critics and hipsters who just discovered R. Kelly through the “Trapped in the Closet” video think that the joke is on him, that it’s all unintentional comedy. Do they really think that Kelly wasn’t aiming for the funny bone when he included a midget crapping his drawers in a “Trapped” episode? Or that he wasn’t trying to get a laugh out of the lines “Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls/Hands on the table, on your tippy toes/We’ll be making love like the restaurant was closed,” from the foodie-friendly sex ode “In the Kitchen”? A TV promotional video recently featured him sensuously eating a large chocolate-chip cookie, wondering if his gluttony would turn him into “R. Belly.”

Fans expecting more of his hilarious, admittedly unsophisticated sex puns will find much to like on Double Up. On “The Zoo,” Kelly faithfully delivers, “Girl, I got you so wet/It’s like a rain forest/Like Jurassic Park/Except I’m your sexasaurus” right before a chorus of unmistakably chimp-like sounds — “Oooh, oooh, ooh/Ahh, ahh, ahh.” “Sweet Tooth” offers up the saccharine gem “All up in your middle/Oooh, it tastes just like Skittles.” Kelly is happy to play the role of the randy ass-tronaut on “Sex Planet,” letting loose with “Girl I promise this will be painless (painless)/We’ll take a trip to planet Uranus (anus).” Try and parody that, “Weird Al.” To these ears, Kelly’s silliness is more suitable for bedroom talk than the grand, lyrical proclamations that are standard for quiet storm songs.

If R. Kelly was nothing more than a sexed-up jester, he wouldn’t merit the attention or the sales numbers. The real draw here is that Kelly is — how do you say? — a complicated man. Though he is more than happy to portray himself as a carousing Casanova, he’s not afraid to bare his vulnerabilities. On “Leave Your Name,” right after the very catchy, straightforward party anthem “Get Dirty,” Kelly starts to question his own alcohol dependence. On what is ostensibly the world’s longest outgoing answering-machine message, he confides, “Sleeping while the club is crunk/Don’t make no sense to be that drunk/Arguing through the night/Pushing on people and starting fights/I was fucked up/I confess/People saying Kells is a hot mess.” With Kelly’s patented smooth delivery, it’s the sexiest cry for help ever.

“Real Talk” is an unexpectedly intense depiction of a relationship’s last gasp. Near the end of the argument, he angrily croons, “I wish you would burn my motherfucking clothes/With your trifling ass,” before calling for “Milton,” presumably his chauffeur, to drive him home. Imagine all of the marital vitriol of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? compressed into an urban, contemporary slow jam.

“Rise Up,” Kelly’s timely tribute to the victims of the Virginia Tech massacre, is a well-intentioned, well-crafted song. The sincerity might seem incongruous after a stream of humorous, erotic ditties, but with R. Kelly, it’s just another wrinkle in his satin sheets.

Just as his erotic allegories continue the tradition of dirty blues, Kelly’s flair for melodrama is a direct descendant of the soap-opera themes of Southern soul music. On “Best Friend,” Kelly discovers that his lady is getting with his pal while he’s doing time in the joint. It’s not hard to imagine a chitlin-circuit stalwart like Bobby Rush ruminating on the same theme. Usher and R. Kelly discover that R&B star status isn’t the only thing they have in common on “Same Girl.” It is very reminiscent of the tragicomic soul song “He Kept on Talking,” penned by Swamp Dogg. Of course, amid the puns, confessions, and relationship drama, Kelly offers plenty of tuneful, club-ready tracks. The first single, “I’m a Flirt,” is already, deservedly, omnipresent on the airwaves. It’s this combination of various elements that results in Double Up being one of the most enjoyable records released this year.

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Vehicular Violations

The Redemption of Ike: Area legend Ike Turner made the news last week when he was arrested on May 15th on a drug warrant. MemphisRap.com reported that the 75-year-old Turner spent a night in jail after a computer error — pulled up during ticketing for a speeding violation (he was clocked at 80 mph on a California highway) — listed a 1989 narcotics warrant, which was later found to be invalid.

“That was a mistake, but I’m doing fine. They were gonna take me in for a warrant from ’89, and they put me in jail without bail. If you go to the penitentiary, they should know you’ve fulfilled your obligations,” said Turner, who missed his ’91 induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame because he was serving time on drug charges.

By the time I caught up with the indomitable Turner, he’d already put the incident behind him.

“I paid a visit to Johnny Cochran‘s law firm this morning,” he said. “Now I’m back in the studio, making a record with the Black Keys. We’re at Brian’s place,” he explained, referring to Stadium House, the recording studio belonging to Gnarls Barkley‘s Brian “Danger Mouse” Burton.

Meanwhile, Secret Service frontman Justice Naczycz tried to take the law into his own hands on the afternoon of May 12th, when he heard his 30-year-old Mercedes roll down his Cooper-Young driveway.

“I was loading my car up for a session the band was doing at Rocket Science Audio,” says Naczycz, who returned inside for a bag of cords after starting the car. “It’s diesel and really slow to start, so it’s popped into my mind once or twice before that something like this could happen.”

When he returned to his car, Naczycz’s vigilante instincts took over, and he jumped into the passenger seat, pummeling the thief in the head until Naczycz was thrown out of the vehicle. “The car was recovered by 9 p.m. that night, but because of a mix-up at the impound lot, I didn’t find out ’til Monday. Of course, the trunk was empty — I lost two guitars, an Epiphone SG and a Flying V, and a Fender Hotrod Deluxe Amp.”

Sans his trademark Flying V, he’s prepared to hit the stage with the Secret Service when they play with Oxford, Mississippi, group The Black and Whites at the Hi-Tone Café this Saturday, June 2nd.

“I’ve done the rounds of the pawn shops and music stores, but nothing’s turned up,” Naczycz says. “I’ve got these two Guild guitars which aren’t in show shape, but hopefully I can get ’em there by the weekend. We’ve got the sessions at Rocket Science Audio rescheduled for the day after the show.”

Left of the Dial: Community radio station WEVL-FM 89.9 brought in $71,000 during a recent on-air pledge drive, and station manager Judy Dorsey says that tax-deductible memberships continue to pour in. Mark your calendars for the station’s annual two-part Blues on the Bluff celebrations, which kick off with The Bo-Keys, Kenny Brown, and Robert “Wolfman” Belfour on July 28th. For more information, go to WEVL.org.

Beginning Thursday, May 31st, WMFS-93X is sponsoring Traveling Twisted Thursdays at the Pink Palace Museum. The $8 weekly concert series, which runs through August 16th, includes admission to the museum’s current exhibit, Access All Areas: Your Backstage Pass to the Music Industry. Thursday night, Inner 61, Saving Abel, and Further Down are rocking the Pink Palace. On deck: panel discussions with music-industry vets from local institutions such as Ardent Studios, a co-sponsor of the exhibit. To learn more, go to MemphisMuseums.org.

Move Over, Three 6: Jackson, Mississippi, rapper David Banner, who leapt to the silver screen via Craig Brewer’s Black Snake Moan, joins Memphis group Three 6 Mafia as a hot commodity in Hollyhood.

Earlier this month, Banner launched a cartoon series, That Crook’d ‘Sipp, on the Cartoon Network‘s Adult Swim. He’ll appear opposite Nia Long and Chris Brown in This Christmas, slated for release in November, and he’s currently wrapping up filming on the Laurence Fishburne vehicle Days of Wrath. Now Banner’s auditioning for the role of Gamble, a Joker-affiliated villain in the upcoming Batman movie The Dark Knight.

And earlier this month, former Three 6 affiliate Crunchy Black and Larry Nix Mastering‘s Kevin Nix finished mastering From Me to You, which is slated for release on Sony’s Hypnotize Minds imprint on June 12th.

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Timbaland Presents: Shock Value-Timbaland

The most important music-maker of the past decade might be a hip-hop/R&B producer, Timbaland, who has gifted us with Aaliyah’s “Are You That Somebody?” and Missy Elliott’s “Get Ur Freak On.” And yet none of the five albums Timbaland’s released under his own name are must-owns. Timbaland may be the James Brown of his era, but he’ll need his own Star Time-style box set to make a definitive case. Timbaland’s musical genius needs the force of personality and vocal/conceptual content that a compelling frontperson can bring, which is why he’s made his strongest records with Missy Elliott, Justin Timberlake, Aaliyah, and Bubba Sparxxx. Elliott and Timberlake make appearances on this guest-star-laden long-player but on tracks that would be filler on their own best albums. (“Give It to Me,” “Throw It on Me”) — Chris Herrington

Grade: B

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It’s a Rap

“Back in the days our parents used to take care of us/Look at ’em now/They even f*****’ scared of us.” — Notorious B.I.G., “Things Done Changed”

Let it never be forgotten that, in the beginning, hip-hop documented the disintegration of the community that created it. It did not cause this disintegration.

The messy dissolution of the civil rights movement. The crack epidemic. Government disinvestment. White flight. These are the things that ravaged urban communities across the country. In the beginning, so-called gangsta rap merely reported from the rubble.

But, over the past decade or so, it’s become impossible for even thoughtful fans of the music not to acknowledge how this relationship between culture and community has evolved. In recent years, too much hip-hop has at best exploited and at its too-frequent worst exacerbated the problems it once merely detailed.

Now topics such as gun violence, drug dealing, and the degradation of women have become rote accoutrements for many emerging rappers, akin to ripped jeans and frizzy hair for ’80s metal bands, albeit with a real-world downside for artists, listeners, and innocent bystanders alike.

As Memphis celebrates the 50th anniversary of Stax, it’s unbearably easy to see the juxtaposition between a music that served its community and one that largely preys on it. Things done changed.

“You scream obscenity/But it’s publicity that you want.” — Geto Boys, “We Can’t Be Stopped”

This is an important topic, but the reason it’s on the minds of Memphians is a little Don Imus and a lot Commercial Appeal columnist Wendi Thomas, who raised a familiar stink last month about local rappers Three 6 Mafia performing at the Beale Street Music Fest. This felt like a publicity ploy for the CA, one made worse by the ridiculous sidebar — a call to action against Memphis In May — that accompanied Thomas’ April 22nd column.

If the paper itself, as opposed to Thomas as a columnist, wants to confront this topic, perhaps it could start by grappling with the cultural content of the music in its arts coverage, something the paper’s music writers have long shied away from.

I find myself feeling very protective of hip-hop these days, but less in opposition to detractors such as Thomas — whose outrage I sympathize with but who, for my tastes, is too uninterested in aesthetics and too willing to conflate “lewd” with truly brutal — than to white defenders of the music whose arguments fit too neatly with what I suppose our president would call “the soft bigotry of low expectations.” These defenses range from naive comparisons of the most heinous rap lyrics to old-time rock-and-roll transgressions to condescending dismissals that are usually a variation on “What do you expect? It’s rap music.”

“I started thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected/How many dead folks this art resurrected/How many nations this culture connected.” — Common, “The 6th Sense”

The notion that art merely reflects reality is a liberal truism. But it isn’t always true. I think the culture that people consume — especially young people — has a significant impact on their attitudes and behaviors. It’s an active, not just reactive, force. It matters. It’s important.

I love hip-hop: At its peak, it was every bit the rival of the Harlem Renaissance or the soul explosion of the ’60s as a cultural movement, and even now the cartoon idea of hip-hop that most non-fans (and too many alleged fans) carry around with them vastly understates the diversity and richness of the genre. But hip-hop has taken a damaging turn over the past decade, one whose negative impact on real lives is so momentous that it demands to be addressed.

So I’m glad this conversation is taking place regardless of how it got started. I just wish the debate would expand beyond the finger-wagging opponents, targeted artists, and profiteering apologists who dominate the discussion. The people who most need to engage in this dialogue are hip-hop fans themselves.

The largest audience for rap music now, according to most studies, is white — people who generally do not have their reality reflected by the music, if the music reflects any kind of reality at all. These listeners would be wise to investigate their own attraction to the music; their own investment in a cultural model — the black man as badass outlaw hero — that robs the subject of his humanity and feeds the submerged, in many cases unrecognized, battery of racial biases that white listeners bring to the music.

There’s a parasitic relationship here that listeners need to think — and talk — more about. That’s a start.

Chris Herrington is the Flyer‘s film and music editor.

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A World of Sound

Combining the best of Memphis music past and present with some of the most legendary performers in rock and soul history and a sampling of today’s biggest bands, Memphis In May’s Beale Street Music Festival has become one of the largest music festivals in the country, routinely drawing over 150,000 fans to the banks of the Big Muddy. This year’s lineup should only help continue the festival’s popularity, bringing more than 60 acts from a variety of musical genres and generations for a three-day celebration of the city’s mighty music heritage.

The Beale Street Music Fest will divide acts among four stages in Tom Lee Park, a 33-acre site that sits at the base of historic Beale Street and stretches along the majestic Mississippi River. This year’s festival is headlined by a couple of the most interesting bands from 1970s, each of which has made high-profile comebacks.

Detroit bad boys Iggy & the Stooges, who were arguably the first punk band, will close out the Cellular South Stage Friday night, and fellow ’70s artists Steely Dan, who became unlikely radio stars with a blend of rock, jazz, and soul, will headline the Cellular South Stage Saturday night.

But the festival’s real calling card may be jam-bands, particularly ones with a distinctly Southern flavor. The Budweiser Stage on Friday is the place for fans of venerable road warriors the Allman Brothers Band, with spin-off faves the Derek Trucks Band and Gov’t Mule among the bands warming up for them.

Those who like to groove to a ’70s sound will want to stake out a good place at the AutoZone Stage Saturday night, where funk masters the Ohio Players give way to boogie-rock headliner George Thorogood. Younger listeners already nostalgic for the ’90s will want to seek out the Cellular South Stage Sunday night for a closing double-bill of the Barenaked Ladies and the Counting Crows.

There’s also plenty of exciting contemporary music to be had at this year’s festival. Soul fans can catch a back-to-back showcase of two of contemporary soul’s emerging stars on the Budweiser Stage Sunday night: British chanteuse Corinne Bailey Rae (of the smash single “Put Your Records On”) followed by Grammy favorite John Legend.

Some of the most interesting new acts at this year’s festival are ones that bring a fresh approach to roots genres, including bluegrass. Nashville’s Old Crow Medicine Show play the Cellular South Stage Saturday afternoon, and the Duhks play the AutoZone Stage earlier in the day. On Sunday, in the TN Lottery Blues Tent, the Lee Boys will try to blow the roof off with their soaring, sanctified steel-guitar sound.

Headbangers will also have plenty of modern rock to choose from this year. Australia’s Wolfmother bring their breakout freak-out rock to the Budweiser Stage Saturday night. Youngsters can swoon and thrash to the emo-style rock of Hawthorne Heights and Taking Back Sunday on the Budweiser Stage Saturday. And those with a taste for more muscular rock can take in American Idol star Daughtry and emerging radio-rock heavyweights Hinder. They close the AutoZone Stage Sunday night.

Of course, it wouldn’t be the Beale Street Music Fest without a heaping helping of blues, and this year is no exception. Former Howlin’ Wolf sideman Hubert Sumlin and Chicago blues queen Koko Taylor highlight the TN Lottery Blues Tent Friday. Eclectic blues master Taj Mahal brings the genre to the AutoZone Stage Saturday night. Sunday, blue-eyed blues will be on display at the TN Lottery Blues Tent in the form of Watermelon Slim.

The Beale Street Music Festival also remains a must-see for the musical legends of Memphis and the Mid-South. Rock-and-Roll Hall of Famer Jerry Lee Lewis will play the Budweiser Stage Friday night. On Saturday, you can celebrate the 50th anniversary of Stax records with Eddie Floyd and the Bar-Kays on the Cellular South Stage, then head over to see Beale Street’s own Bobby “Blue” Bland close out the TN Lottery Blues Tent. On Sunday, Sun rockabilly bad boy Billy Lee Riley will get things red hot on the Cellular South Stage, while Hi Records songstress Ann Peebles performs on the Budweiser Stage later that afternoon.

And you can also get a sense of what Memphis sounds like today, sampling hip-hop (Three 6 Mafia; Project Pat), blues (Richard Johnston; Daddy Mack Blues Band; and Alvin Youngblood Hart), and rock (North Mississippi Allstars; Egypt Central).

All in all, the options are daunting, but with a solid plan and some comfortable shoes, you should be able to pack your weekend with great music.