In 2008 alone, as half of the chart-topping duo Gnarls Barkley, Danger Mouse released the acclaimed LP The Odd Couple, toured the United States and Europe, and won two MTV Video Music Awards. As a producer, he lent his unmistakable touch to hit albums from Beck and the Black Keys. And Rolling Stone gave him "Best Producer" honors.
Danger Mouse is currently readying several undisclosed projects for 2009.
By Mawuse Ziegbe
I know a lot of you beautiful flowers were wilting in this weekend's oven fresh heat but I was cookin,' honey. And I ran into some children who didn't let the heat stop them no way. Monday night, DJ Daz-I-Kue of Bugz In The Attic was serving up global burners including fiery Afrobeat, disco and tribal house selections at The Hudson Hotel. And Wednesday night, the fabulous people let me moonlight in their world at the Fashion Delivers Pay It Fashion Forward event (ooh, what a cute pun!) honoring young designers. It was hosted by chipper ex-"House Of Style" host, Daisy Fuentes (ooh, where has she been?) at Marquee. Of course, the hook for me was Janelle Monae who swayed the blasé fashion types with a table dance and blithe accompaniment from her bewigged guitarist Kellindo.
Thursday night, the fashion types gave me a reality check as I partook in a long, storied New York tradition: getting shut out of a party. Giant magazine cover girl Kimora Lee Simmons hosted an issue release party at Indochine. We loitered outside - I was with a writer whose story appears in the issue - while the doormen shooed us away, barking some business about capacity and not being shallow enough (I kid, I kid). After catching Kimora's dramatic arrival, towering above a clutch of bodyguards (for serious, that woman is like, 10 feet tall. I'm not convinced her name isn't Kimora Lee Bunyan), me and some other little people went to the House of Campari and did it up royal. The three-story loft housed loads of the bitter Italian liquor with groovy 70s-era commissions lining the walls including a shrine featuring a disco album by Robert "Benson" Guilliame. Outta sight.
Last week, Prince Rogers Nelson got his AARP card and I celebrated by taking in the Shockadelica tribute by Brown Girls Burlesque. You know, instead of choking down EZ-Baked brownies, shimmying topless to "Kiss" is what I always envisioned my imaginary big sister would teach me. It was all fun and boobs as women of all sizes got the crowd all hot and bothered to songs from all eras of Prince. Then at midnight, ladies with hot draggy names like Miss AuroraBoobRealis and Sunshine Fayalicious passed out shots of purple likka (which went down like a fistful of needles). And the crowd went batshit when Dame CuchiFrita, undressing to "Little Red Corvette," clamped the jumper cables to her...nevermind. You can find out how to join at www.myspace.com/browngirlsburlesque
Saturday, I rode the Chinatown bus in 90-degree heat to The Roots Picnic in Philly (and why was Zoe Kravitz slummin' it in the seat in front of me?). I love how their idea of "picnic" is an outdoor festival complete with inflatable castles and um, baked bean stands. I caught Deerhoof which was weird; beeping noises and disjointed "rhythm." Yeah. Although audio problems plagued the day-long concert, Sharon Jones and The Dap Kings as per usual, shut it down. And I've seen the The Roots googol times and they're just swell. They rocked everything from their own "Love Of My Life" to a pop medley featuring "SexyBack." Even legendary bassist Hub came back for a special solo. And 8 hours after the show began, Gnarls Barkley took the stage. Although Gnarls was fine (no funny costumes), the audience was kind of stoned, er...tired and the LSD grooves were not helping. Cee-Lo even asked, "Did you hear the album." The crowd responded with a slack-jawed, "whaaa?" Blame the ooweee.
Sunday night back in NYC I tried to get my culture game up by taking in Rachelle Ferrell at Blue Note. Blue Note is one of those institutions shrouded in New York legend but the performance was memorable because they had zero air conditioning. Or a fan. Or a window. But the heat ain't stop Rachelle no way and she performed a gaggle of jazz and pop songs until she was literally soaking. And I have never witnessed that level of vocal virtuosity. She would jump from a sharp, tinny falsetto to a cavernous, guttural bass note - in the same word. Can we get a summer blockbuster featuring Rachelle Ferrell dissolving amateurs with her vocal prowess?
Afterwards, I saw J*Davey pack the house at S.O.B.s. Following high-energy sets from Taylor McFerrin and the duo Heavy (homeboy had a key-tar that sprayed spoogy silly string on the audience), Jack Davey and Brook D'Leau, backed by a live band, played a grip of their famously synthy catalog like "Slooow" and even a cover of "Message In A Bottle" by The Police. The highlight was during the slow-jam "No More" when girl-crazy NYC photog Mel D. Cole undressed Jack down to her black bustier and lacy boy shorts. My girl who took the tempo slowdown as a cue to fetch a beverage came back just as Jack pulled on her shirt and chirped, "What did I miss?"
Oh and before I go, FYI: Wale's "Seinfeld"-inspired Mixtape About Nothing is that good good. Download it (and maybe rub it on your teeth to make them tingle). You're gonna need something to keep cool.