I may be out of the music loop, because I just discovered singer/songwriter, Eric Hutchinson. Thanks to Pandora I came across this young biddy and really liked what I heard.
His hit single “Alright With Me”, became stuck in my head, and after hearing a few more tunes off his album, “Sounds Like This”, I decided to buy the CD.
Hutchinson released his album, “Sounds Like This”, on his own in 2007, and the album soared to number 5 on the Itunes Store. Warner Bros. Records picked up the album in 2008, and now the 29-year-old is touring with Kelly Clarkson.
You can have whatevaaaa you likeeee… (track 6) with T.I.’s new album that is … Well not whatever, but you get the idea.
I love T.I’s new album, titled “Paper Trail.” I am a fan of rap, but I usually don’t go out and buy a new album; I wait until Alicia makes a mix and then steal it.
When I first popped this baby in, I looked and saw ” Dead and Gone” f. Justin Timberlake , track 16 I believe. I would look at the CD to make sure, but I left it in the other room and don’t feel like getting up. This song is real good, good beat, intense lyrics, all the works. As some of you may know, T.I.’s best friend was killed this past year and his GF had a miscarriage, plus he went to jail. BUMMER. He brings all these things up throughout the album. I got the vibe that he wants to make himself a better man and move on past this gangsta life. Then I heard “Every Chance I Get,” in which he says
Hey I’m so raw / and I’m so rich And you so flawed / niggaz ain’t ’bout shit I’ll take yo’ broad / I can fuck yo’ bitch Know that I’m gon’ ball / every chance I get
Now, I know he wants to make himself a better man…but talking about fuckin other people’s bitches and broads isn’t going to make new friends!
Anyways, another really good song is called ” My Life Your Entertainment” F. Usher. T.I. basically complains about the media and whatnot takin over his life. Hi you’re rich, deal with the paparazzi. Good song though.
The entire album is sweeet and fun to listen to when you go for a little … just roll the windows down and bop ya head. And don’t forget to LIVE YA LIFE AYYY AYYY OOO OOOO! ( see track #5 f/Rihanna)
[Editor’s note: Jackie wrote this drunk at 3:30 a.m. after her roommate’s 21st birthday. You call it alcoholism; I call it dedication. – Alicia]
He’s earnin interest while he’s sleepin, man, now who fucks wit him?
Jack and I recently went on a little bit of a shopping spree, and while on our consumer bender, we stumbled upon Nelly’s new album, “Brass Knuckles.” (We also got T.I.’s new “Paper Trail.” Jackie will allegedly review it this week. Don’t hold your breath.)
“Brass Knuckles” doesn’t deviate from Nelly’s standard formula: Fly beats, big name guest appearances, simple messages. And, as always, it works. Nelly doesn’t get all deep, trying to tell us about all this complex emotional bull. I don’t care about your psyche, Nelly. And he doesn’t care to tell me. He’s still singin’ about sneakers, babes and cash. I like it!
Jack and I are huge fans of “Lie,” featuring Nelly’s crew, the St. Lunatics. In it, Nelly’s chick accuses him of cheating and he denies it pretty believably. With a poppy backbeat. St. Lunatic Kyjuan raps,
Really don’t know her, I seen her on MySpace / Looked at her page, all I seen was my face Her username read “Kyjuan fo’ life” / With videos and pictures, set up so right The only bad thing is she writes me all night / Sayin shit like, “The ‘Tics is so tight” She ends with I love you, that starts the big fight / Baby, I can’t control what she types
The St. Lunatics know how to identify with the social-client generation.On the other hand, in “Self Esteem,” Nelly can’t help but get a lil political:
They say I’m old enough to go to war / But I ain’t old enough to play in the NBA no more Now you tell me, what’s wrong with that? / I pledge allegiance all the way to Iraq But ain’t nobody pledgin to me when I get back / Tell my Uncle Sam he wrong for that
The beat on this song isn’t so great, but it’s interesting to hear Nelly lyrically venture outside parties and relationships.Celeb appearances include Fergie, Snoop Dogg, Ashanti, T.I., and Pharrell. Among many others. Oh yeah, and can’t forget L.L. Cool J. But let’s look at something other than Nelly’s rhymes. Let’s look at … his album jacket.I don’t know where Nelly’s been or what he’s been up to since the last time I bought an album of his (2005’s “Sweat/Suit,” a double disc). But he looks so fine. He is JACKED. Nelly’s always been sexy, especially since he took that Band-Aid off, but I would have dropped $13.99 on the album art alone.
See for yourself.
DAMN.
The only disappointment is “Stepped on My J’z,” in which Nelly revisits the world of footwear with another rap about sneakers. It’s a letdown after 2002’s “Air Force Ones.” … But that’s the worst I can say about the album. Nelly’s forgiven anything with photos like that on the CD jacket. Nelly delivers, as usual. This album is like a sugar fix — you’re down, you’re craving a quick fix to pick you up. He’s like a lollipop. Mmmm. Call me, Nelly.
Listen to: Track 5. Lie f/St Lunatics Track 10. Let It Go Lil Mama f/Pharrell Track 13. Who Fucks Wit Me f/ Avery Storm
