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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Dr. Dre, The New “Where’s Waldo?”

While I was in Brooklyn last week contemplating on when and how I should uproot myself from the land of palm trees and Sixties, perhaps the biggest “special press release advance” leaks of the year dropped: Curtis and Graduation. While I probably won’t get a chance to listen to these two “monumental” albums for a while, as I “acquired” five more albums alongside these, I do find it interesting that the hype behind them is bigger than any other rap album this year.

Although I did not bump them once the “transfer process” finished, I skimmed through them as I usually do all my ill-gotten gains. To be honest, neither of them had any songs that stood out in particular, what with Silk Shirts West’s beats becoming more vapid and predictable by the second and Curtsy being nothing more than a mush-mouthed faux-supervillian with rabbit teeth nowadays. Then again, I was only half-listening to them while I was catching up on the vast amounts of porn, nudie pictures and hentai [1] that had been unleashed throughout the Internets during my brief respite, but whatever.

In any case, the thing that did catch my interest was the soundscapes of Fiddy’s album, with many of them sounding like Dre productions. However, aside from one track (which happened to be one of the worst songs on the album) whose name I can’t think of, none of these shits were from the “good doctor,” which (to me, at least) gives off the impression that Dr. Dre really isn’t in control of his own label anymore, as one of my blogging brethren mentioned a while back.

Then again, it’s not like anybody shouldn’t see that though. In between tossing Grandpa Simpson a couple of stale throwaways (though I still enjoy “30 Something”) for his last fuck-up of an album, avoiding and ignoring his former protégé Game like a scorned ex-lover and treating legitimately talented acts like King Tee, Truth Hurts and Rakim as if they were some nappy-headed hoes, it’s not really hard to imagine that the guy who used to run around actually slapping up rough-looking broads against walls and whatnot has become nothing more than Curtsy’s latest yes man. In that sense, I wonder who’s more ahead in rank: Tony Yayo or Dre. My money’s on the guy who got owned by T.I. at this year’s BET Awards, but I digress.

With Dre giving less and less input in his stable’s acts, I actually wonder if Dre had any say in the shit in the start. But in his defense, he’s too busy trying to keep things together, what with Busta Rhymes going all cream & clear and slapping up actual homos who ask for his autograph and lying to the general public about Detox, Raekwon’s new album and other never-see-the-light-of-day albums, so maybe he’s content with getting a couple royalty dollars from Curtsy, so as to make him feel important. But it’s not like I trusted Dre anyways; whoever thought that the savior of West Coast music would be a guy who used to run around with a fake-ass Arabian prince looking like a dirty, black Scott Hamilton must have been out of their fucking mind in the first place.



[1] Donwill isn’t the only one that knows about that Japanese shit.

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