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BET Awards

Was it just me, or was last night’s BET Awards more respectable than they’ve been in years!?  In the past, I tuned in mostly to make jokes about how far from grace the network had fallen.  I haven’t been a regular BET view in a while, but I can say my experience with it last night left me more like “Ok.  I see you, BET” as opposed to “Really, BET?  Really?!”  They attempted to mix ratchet with a tish more respectability.  I’m wasn’t mad at it.

Here are a few observations that stood out.  In no particular order:

  • I can’t believe Samuel L. Jackson hosted that joint.  How’d BET pull that off?
  • The rendition of ‘Niggas in Paris’ performed by SLJ and Spike Lee was pure torture/comedy.  It reminded me of when my uncles first heard rap music and exaggerated everything about it.  It was absurd but hilarious. But whatevs, it was Spike Lee and SLJ – two cats I kinda love – cuttin up on tv.  There are way worse ways to spend 5 minutes of your life.
  • Speaking of SLJ, Django Unchained looks good!  Could this be my people’s ‘Inglorious Basterds‘?  I.  Can’t.  Wait.
  • It was dope to see Jay-Z and Beyonce, Kanye and Kim K in attendance.  Seems like they usually call it in on the BET Awards, like they too cool for that.  So it was a nice surprise.
  • Oh, and Jay’s “scuse me, Kanye,  I’ma let you continue but…” jab was pretty great.  Whatever your feelings about whether Taylor Swift or Beyonce should’ve won that award that year, Kanye was a dick about it.  The moment last night was a collective get back.  Gotcha, ‘Ye.
  • Looks like D’Angelo might be back, y’all.  Dude sounded and played pretty good.  My fingers are crossed that this is an actual come back, not  a Lauryn Hill style tease.
  • So Lauren London’s the new character on The Game,eh?  Yeah, that’s incentive to at least watch the season premier.  But I’m out after that if the show otherwise still blows.
  • I get what y’all see in Kevin Hart.  He’s funny.  I like him.  The divorce stuff from his acceptance speech was awkward though.  Funny/sad isn’t the same as funny…
  • I’m so glad the great work of Maze featuring Frankie Beverly was honored last night.  Those cats are so smooth.  Maze’s music has been part of the soundtrack to some of the best moments of my life.  My college band, the Marching Crimson Pipers, used to play ‘Before I Let Go’ in the stands between plays at football games.  And no proper cookout is complete without  ‘Happy Feelings’ and ‘Golden Time of Day’ to wind it down.  Here, get to know Maze ft. Frankie Beverly.  You can thank me later.

  • I was nervous about the Whitney tribute after BET had completely dropped the ball on Michael’s in 2009.  But it turned out nicely.  Short, sweet, and sincere.  Well done.
  • Now I, too, thought it was wack to end the show on Tyga’s Rack City, and not Whitney’s swan song.  But I remembered that it was Mindless Behavior,  a group whose music I don’t think I’ve ever heard, that won the viewer’s choice award.  Their song, ‘Hello‘, beat out Jay-Z and Kanye ‘Otis,’ Beyonce’s ‘Love on Top,’ Wale and Miguel’s ‘Lotus Flower Bomb,’ and Drake, Lil Wayne, and Tyga’s ‘The Motto.”  In other words, R.I.P. Whitney, but life goes on.  And the show must go on.

C’est la vie, I guess.  Last night’s awards show was definitely Black entertainment television, and with a lot less cringe.  I enjoyed it, and I could still face myself in the mirror this morning.  I’d say that’s progress.  I see you, BET.

One last thing:  SLJ did shade the shit out of BET though.  “I did my job.  Now I gotta go back to being professional.”  smh…


Kanye West, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

 

**Before we begin, understand that I have no intentions of debating Kanye’s greatness.  This is an exercise in pure crushery — no more, no less.**

I love Kanye. Like, love him, love him. I loved him when folks initially castigated him for celebrating the non-college route to success, and when he was pissy because he didn’t win that MTV award that one year.  I loved him when he reminded me of “Roscoe” from Martin as he declared — without any shred of jest at all — that “George Bush.  Doesn’t Care.  About Black People.”  *sniff* *wipes dirty lil nose*  I loved him when he grew that Black man mullet a couple years back,

808s and Hair Mistakes

and when he snatched that mic outta Taylor Swift’s hands, and then *himshrugged* at his own audaciousness.  I even loved him when I saw on Mediatakeout was told that he had emailed somebody pics of his stick … … .  He may be better acquainted with douchey moments than most, but he’s still golden in my eyes.

Although I fell head over heels for Kanye, I didn’t follow his rise to stardom in stalker fashion.  So no, I don’t really know any obscure before-he-was-famous-facts.  What I was sure of, however, after I listening to that first album, was the special place he’d always have with me.  On ”Through the Wire,’ I was like, word!?  Homie’s rappin through a jaw that’s wired shut?? If he’da ever asked me, I’da been his girl.  “she a delta, so she been thowin’ that dynasty sign” I loved that.

You see, that he is absolutely beautiful to me, and dresses his mother fucking ass off notwithstanding, I imagine Kanye smells like good leather and some kind of warm, masculine spice.  But what’s most importantly, is that he straddles the bitchass line so comfortably, and so recklessly.  You didn’t happen to catch that Matt Lauer interview, didya?  And c’mon,  “Runaway” has emo written all over it.  Kanye wears his feelings on his finely tailored sleeves, suggesting that his heart, unlike many rappers’,  might actually pump real, warm-blooded  emotion as opposed to 9mm shells and threats on cats’ lives.  I think the risk Kanye takes as a rapper is in being one who uses his weakness as armor, and strength.  Sure, he’s a rapper with all of the pomp and circumstance and frivolity and nonchalance that title accords in 2010.  But he’s also a guy.  A guy who feels shit.  And so he mills about, spilling his lil feelins in the air. It’s refreshing.  I respect him for being so artful about it.

Now, one could argue that Kanye isn’t the first to do what he does, nor is he the “best” at it.  And to he or she who might open his or her mouth spew such ridiculousness, I’d say:  fuck that.  He is the best because I love him, and in spite of it.  Indeed, his presence is a present.  And so you, naysayer, can kiss my ass…so to speak.

But don’t take my word for it.  This is “Blame Game” — among my favorites so far.

XOXO, Kanye.