Nearly a year has passed since Beware called for Jamie Foxx’s head. While I do not harbor the same amount of vitriol as my TSS brethren, I’m not exactly about to contest a debate either. Read the rest of this entry »
Regardless of risking negative connotations of stereotyping like being accused of being shallow, we men simply like what we like. Which always doesn’t lead to the best outcomes in the various relationships, but playing it safe isn’t really living, now is it? Ironically, Jamie Foxx knows what he likes yet continues to roll with the odds by recruiting the sureshot Drake to lead the charge for his promoting his album, Best Night Of My Life. Read the rest of this entry »
The R&B game is lacking passion and, quite frankly, in dire need of a substantial movement. When the genre’s best male artist just so happens to be one of Hip-Hop’s biggest talents, you know something is bass ackwards. But for the right price, Drake, Ghostwriter Esq. can make yo shit tighter and, if you can beat ‘em, might as well co-sign ‘em. And that’s exactly what Jamie Foxx has in mind. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m assuming the majority of you didn’t even know Jamie Foxx had a music career before he kicked “Slow Jams” with Kanye Titta and Twista back in 2004. Funny thing is, I have a feeling the fantastic Mr. Foxx didn’t either.
After the transitioning actor found out eleven years prior that unsubliminally awesome album titles like Peep This don’t sell records by themselves and subsequently moved on from his childhood passion, the burgeoning actor found himself on the receiving end of a game-changing alley-oop from the hands of the young son of Chicago, who would ultimately change the face of the soul genre that Jamie had once himself once tried to conquer.
Ever since, the man who vicariously won awards for the late Ray Charles peruses his way onto pretty much any high-profile industry release without a hitch. Which leads me to one question; Is Jamie Foxx really as talented a singer/songwriter as his resume reads, or did he just come across the perfect outliers to slide into a prime spot as the entertainment industry’s Bo Jackson?
The past week or so has been consumed by the sounds of Sir Lucious Left Foot and amongst nothing but choice material, the only song I skip is the Foxx-featuring “Hustle Blood.” It’s too grown and sexy gaudy for an average gent like myself. Once that singular realization hit, my overall disdain for Jamie Foxx’s music started to unravel further, dating back to the days of his lackluster layers on The Massacre, Doctor’s Advocate and Tha Blue Carpet Treatment, to name those in my personal collection. Sure, there were some huge hits in there — with “Gold Digger” and “Blame It” — but both were set off by hype surrounding his counterparts and not the God-given talent that sets the special artists apart from the average. On the contrary, a few of Foxx’s new songs have stirred up certain interest, but then the only time I hear the man on the radio is when I flip over to Sirius for funnies. Apparently getting gigantic guests like Justin Timberlake and T.I. for your mediocre single doesn’t even cut it anymore.
So, to answer my own question. I think it’s both. Foxx may have stumbled upon success in the one field that alluded him for years, but he’s also a legitimate musical talent. The problem, however, lies in the fact he has become type-cast in the role he plays. Not in movies, though, but in every forced, label-made playboy/high-class-hooker love song that he accepts royalty checks on behalf of.
Once Jamie and J Records stop shoving cheesy, Saran-Wrapped® odes to the opposite sex down the throats of Beyoncé’s fans and realize that respect and loyalty in the music industry lie in the very same honesty and emotion that earned him an Oscar, only then Foxx may see the more classy music career he’s always envisioned for himself.
Not to be outdone by Officer Ricky, T.I. is here with his long-anticipated mixtape. It’ll be interesting to see if these projects are better than their respective retail releases. For now, roll the windows down, get the mean-mug going and see what happens when a king’s uncaged. Tracklist and download link after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »
“Turn pain to progression in every studio session/Passion into perfection/To failure, I’m an exception…”
Looks like time away didn’t hurt Clifford’s wordplay. March 26 may be his official release date, but that’s not going to stop T.I. from hitting the ground running early. The King appears on the completed version of Jamie Foxx’s “Winner” alongside a guy he’s had a few hits with back in the day, Justin Timberlake. If I was a betting man (and I am at times), I’d say this will likely end up being Jamie’s first single for his forthcoming LP. Why else would you land two pop culture superstars for one record?
In related news, if there is a way Grand Hustle can slide in a Mike Bigga album alongside Tip’s and Bobby’s, consider me one happy camper. Either that or a Grand Hustle type compilation album. T.I. leading the charge. B.o.B. riding shotgun blowing kush out the window. Mike ready to unleash a scathing 16 at a moment’s notice. The occasional Big Kuntry offering. And on top of all that, colorful descriptions thanks to Grand Hustle’s English professor, Young Dro. Yeah, let’s make that happen.
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If Snoop Dogg was a superhero, would a “No Smoking” sign be his weakness? Well, if you were actually wondering about that bit of useless trivia, you’re in luck. In conjunction with the release of More Malice, Tha Dogg Dizzle there will be a DVD included for Malice N Wonderland: The Movie.
In the short film, our hero “Malice” and his trusty sidekick “Chesire Cool” (played by Jamie Foxx) tries to save their hometown of Wonderland from the treacherous clutches of Big RedHawthorne James “Cain.”
*snickers*
The film also features Soulja Boy, Nipsey Hussle, Xzibit and Denyce Lawton. If you paid attention to the videos from Malice N Wonderland, then you would see the story loosely starting to take form. Soak up all this bonus behind-the-scenes coverage and grab the keywords. You might just win something.
“Precious” star Gabby Sidibe had quite a week for herself, making an Oscar appearance and being lauded by Oprah. In a short matter of time, Howard Stern was doing his best to swipe the wind beneath her wings. Stern went all in by saying her time in Hollywood was limited, referring to her as “the most enormous, fat black chick” he’s ever seen and going so far as to say she was “too fat” to have a career (feel free to listen here). All-around ouch. Read the rest of this entry »
Although the words “donate,” “Haiti” and “help” are no longer on the tip of every newscaster’s tongue across the planet, the crisis that left the Caribbean country in ruins is still an ongoing ordeal. There’s plenty of charities and movements out there for every able participant to contribute to in some form or fashion, and tonight unveiled the regurgitation of one the most popular ones ever created. Read the rest of this entry »
Seemingly out of nowhere, Willie Beaman just dropped a hit with a presumptive pink slip called, “Quit Your Job.” I imagined that in between banging married white women and installing more mirrors in his mansion, Jamie might have a hard time matching the success of “Blame It,” but this perfectly produced ditty about ditching the 9-to-5 by Grammy-Award-winning-producer Tricky Stewart is guaranteed to have half the planet singing along in the economy we’re in. Read the rest of this entry »
One time I was supposed to kick it with a friend of mine at some random club of skanks like every other Friday night. But he didn’t want to go. Why?
“Yo, I got burnt by this chick. My nuts are burning.”
I laughed and told him I’m getting ready.
“Naw, for real. I’m not joking. I got to air em’ out or something.”
Then the laughter gave way to discomfort and silence. I mean, not the kind of discomfort he felt or anything. But uncomfortable and awkward still. Read the rest of this entry »
As my good blogging brother eskay would say “Shots fired. Man down. I repeat, shots fired. Man down.” My support for Plies momentarily put aside, Jamie brings out the shotty spraying pellets in order to drive home a point and somebody’s left with some ‘splainin to do. Read the rest of this entry »
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