Photo of Mickey Factz © Mel D. Cole
By Mawuse Ziegbe
I consider myself a hip hop head. But being a hip hop head with a vagina is not all tea and crumpets. For one thing, every show kinda feels like crashing a bachelor party. When I keep a hopeful eye for my sistren, I usually find a couple of ladies, eyes glazed over, clearly dragged to the show by their bedroom-producer boos. What really ruffles me is when MC Such and Such screeches, "this one's for the ladies!!" Like, what? The other hour and a half of your set wasn't for me? Why was I standing in heels and elbowing tipsy NYU kids all night? How about I return your album and just download that one song "for the ladies."
So why do I keep going? Mostly, it's hope (as Obama proves, yes we can!). For every clumsy cock-hop rapper flapping his gums, there's a Kidz In The Hall. Back in undergrad at the University of Pennsylvania, I heard about this senior, Jabari who was actually going to chase his dreams and become a rapper. Usually, Quakers file out of Penn and into cushy jobs like so many overachieving automatons (People don't really blow 200 Gs on book-learnin' and then go hustle and flow for a living). Maybe crippling student debt drives the duo of Naledge and fellow Penn album, Double-O because their latest album, The In Crowd, is all sorts of fantastic. Their influences are all over the place as glimmers of N.E.R.D., Camp Lo (who appear on the album), Little Brother (see track 2), and Eric B & Rakim are in the mix. They're not immune from lyrical foolery but the Kidz do put their schoolin' to work with the wordplay. They sound like good chilluns who cut-up in seedy pool halls.
Plus, they know err'body in the bourgeoning nerd-hop scene. Travis McCoy from Gym Class Heroes, Estelle, Skyzoo, Phonte from Little Brother, one of those beefy guys from Game Rebellion and more all came through their party at S.O.B.s like there was some collapsible clown car on stage right. The best surprise of the night was Mickey Factz who also impressed me at the In The Mood party last week at Midway. Ubiquita DJ SheRock (who you can often catch feverishly waggin' her behind at a Hudson Hotel event) was unleashing burners in the DJ nook and downstairs Mickey was one big ball of dapper swagger, ending his set with a hearty version of his addictive midtempo track "Automatic." He can be very on-trend (there is the boneheaded thump of "I Like Your Supras") but his music is fairly classic - think powdery future soul with introspective lyrics and hot girls singing the hook. Overness.
The same night, the Brownswood Sessions 7 went down at NuBlu with José James. Another Ubiquita beauty, DJ Moni held court with the chunes as crackly projections bathed the walls. Once again, Brownswood, with José's bold, round vintage vocals gives off that intimate, jam-session-in-my-bedroom feel that makes up for that wily trek to Avenue C. And speaking of home, I recently checked out Stanley Lumax's "Back To My Roots" exhibit opening at Habana Outpost. I really liked his photos of rural Ghana when he showed at Harriet's Alter Ego back in April and this exhibit features more colorful and poignant snapshots of Africa's west coast. And thankfully there's none of that forced "Africans are beautiful too!" visual rhetoric that cheeses up those Benetton campaigns.
But honestly, stark Benetton billboards featuring smiley Africans could have been the backdrop to every scene in Sex and the City: The Movie and I wouldn't have noticed - I loved it!! It wasn't the Couture Four still running around the island cocktailing and teabagging but rather sad yet lovely new phases for my favorite characters. Next week I may wax about what it's like seeing the movie for the 4th time - because SATC is definitely for the ladies in the house.