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Macready: Nasir Jones, first and foremost. He's just a natural. I love every second of 'Illmatic', and I don't give a fuck about his shady follow ups. That album is a testament.
Now I quite like Nas, as some of you might've guessed. So can we get some Nas Love in the area? What are his best tracks since Illmatic? One for the downloaders.
For me, my faves are the Primo produced "Second Childhood" and "Doo Rags" off the "Lost Tapes" out-takes comp.
I love "Doorags" because it's a such a meditative, wistful track. Only someone Nas's age, who's been round the block a few times, could do this - it's the work of a mature man, not a shouty kid off the street, probably got something to do with why it didn't get released in the first place (I get the same feeling of Pos and Trugoy, actually).
He uses hair fashion - "doo rags" are bandanas basically - to spin off all kinds of meditations - on life's passage, getting older, black consciousness and politics, seeing the next generation come up (those wearing the "doorags"), how much things change and how much they stay the same. It's a loose, rather than structured series of connections, but this is strength instead of a weakness, to go in the space of two lines from black consciousness (or lack of) implied by hair straighteners, to the pride of black men in jail:
Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
'til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from prison
They used potatoes makin liquor
Just to prove we some creative niggaz
It's quite dizzying to trace all the connections he's making here, and throughout the rest of the song. I particularly like it for the eighties references which I can remember - Superlover Cee and Casanova! Stacey Lattishaw! And all set over a simple, beautiful piano loop which sets off the lyrics perfectly:
So where them years go? Where the Old Gold beers and cheers go? But now them shorties here doe, so...
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride - one mo' time |
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