Each and every rule comes with a corresponding exception.
As is the case with traffic signals, change is imminent. While any color light may seem, at the time, permanent, such is never the case. Perhaps unfortunately, the world is full of nuances. The era of black and white pictures is best left to westerns. This modern world is full of Venn diagram overlaps and grey areas.
The opinions expressed on these pages, though, are subject to the same scrutiny.
Granted, the subject has never come up. Obadiah Parker, much like Girl Talk, were prominent figures or the late 2000s; long before this project began. But in very different ways much the same goals were accomplished. Via Tron configurations and a mandolin wider audiences were reached than otherwise would have been. Rather than alter a finished product into a unique creation, something not unlike a repackaging took place. Jazz and reggae re-cuts, or cello metal, work much the same way
For just such a reason, the views of known Twitter user, and Doctor of Rap-Squats, Mr. Bauce Sauce, are typically adhered to.
But, as already stated, intransigence is esobsolete.
Although the author can only claim to have ever heard one Kanye West album in full - 808s and Heartbreak to be precise - various singles have been enjoyed as well. So why, then, must all acoustic covers of rap songs be negative? So, for no other reason, the song below is presented care of Tucson, Arizona's own, Frankie Lopez.
The author's ties to the city notwithstanding, a full disclosure is in order. Some award winning work in "light holding" from this 2013 scene in particular are of note. Far more important, though, was the editing process. Afterward, back at the director's apartment, Frankie played a track from his then recent mixtape titled "Lamboes and Hoes." Eardrums were slapped silly by the subwoofer. In contrast to the song everyone had heard two-dozen times that evening, a trap edge was unavoidable. Still sensibly pop music, the fluidity between soft and hard solid states was evident. Not to mention what can only be described as the property of having fun.
And by whatever cosmic coincidence, it all comes together now, in a back-lit room.
What follows is still not a western. Regardless, the Ennio Morricone whistle that is heard in the latter half of Kanye West's single is used as a jumping off point. Suddenly, electronic drums and a walloping bass are played; less theatrically than That 1 Guy but still intriguing as a hybrid. A grey area is essentially explored. In a potent brew chilled by the cool cubes of effortlessness, the Old Pueblo's Fonzi strums chords that spell out fun. Despite a mood which would better befit a Blue Angel, no overbearing sense of self-importance is shown. Almost immediately, in fact, a some self-deprecation is exhibited concerning the mixtape mentioned above. A sense of dub is infused into the hook but altogether the voice is befitting. What would otherwise be described as shy or hesitant comes off as tamed swagger; the gruff edge of a man aware of his potential but unwilling to give it all away for free. Frankie's camera presence is still very strong. Overall the content is thin, heavily relying on boasts, but nothing off the dome can truly be criticized.
Carefully avoiding the path trod by Elvis Presley, what is most impressive here is the discipline and dedication. Every professional must first be an amateur; but to be an amateur often requires self-motivation (which does not pay the bills). Doubt is sure to follow With time, however, improvement is shown and the video in question proves such a point. A desire to improve is clear..
Frankie Lopez's fifteen minutes are yet to come; and if the author were bold enough to venture a guess, he would say it will happen on Vine. Likely during a sunny summer day rather than a weekend evening; and more probably than not at a Tucson bus-stop than the bars on Fourth Avenue. Such a scene, though, only seems peculiar. Bus stops in the heart of Pima county are a mysterious and queer place. For whatever reason, everyone at these locations feels the need to converse. Within five minutes of sitting on any bench in the cite, one may become privy to a previously unknown life story: exactly the kind of warm, genuine human moment by an individual and their musical instrument.
- J.N.
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