Music’s 3Rs 04.15.13: The Death of a Deftone
Posted by Sean Comer on 04.15.2013
From the latest developments in Rick Ross' date rape lyric controversy and Justin Bieber wishing Anne Frank was a fan of his to the latest on Daft Punk's new album and more, 411's Sean Comer breaks down the Right, the wRong and the Ridiculous from the week in music!
"BROUGHT TO YOU BY…"
Vandelay Industries and 411mania.com present this week's Music's 3 Rs with limited suckitude, brought to you by the Southern & Longmore Starbucks in scenic Mesa, AZ, as well as the Deftones...
"My Own Summer (Shove It)"
"Back To School (Mini Maggit)"
"Change (In The House of Flies)"
Welcome back, one and all. I'm Sean. You're not. Remember, fellow Babies: I didn't break the news. It was that way when I got here.
"Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe you're Right…"
Saturday Night Live, Coachella herald Daft Punk's return
I won't lie, Babies: finding the "Right" in this week took effort. It took some serious, concerted effort.
That being admitted, in a week that featured Justin Bieber saying something that I genuinely don't want to believe even a person with a mind addled by fame's distortion of reality would be so oblivious as to say, it warms the cockles of my black little heart that Daft Punk's forthcoming album Random Access Memories is generating some legitimately impressive early buzz.
Not only did the French icons of EDM debut this clip prominently featuring the pair in collaboration with disco/funk legend Nile Rogers and contemporary producer extraordinaire Pharrell Williams while also announcing a litany of other notable collaborators during this weekend's Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, but it also aired during Saturday Night Life.
I might've given the Deftones the "Brought To You By" spotlight this week for reasons that I unfortunately will make apparent momentarily, but truth be told, I've actually had 2010's Tron: Legacy OST steadily looping all week. The range these two possess in producing with a musicality that's unfortunately uncommon in EDM never fails to amaze me. Pair them with the likes of Giorgio Moroder and Rogers among other collaborators just a little bit later this year, and I expect nothing less than an album that, even if it isn't stellar, will be at least distinctive when it debuts May 21.
Reebok kicks Rick Ross to the curb
Oh, there's a "Wrong" here too. However, I'm not giving an oblivious dipshit top-billing in that section over a tragic, too-soon death.
For the time being, raise a glass to Reebok and a finger to Rick Ross. The sportswear titan announced this week that they'll cave under appropriately insistent pressure and drop the Miami rapper as an endorser following both a stunningly ill-advised lyrical rape reference and an apparent conviction that he could piss on listeners and convince them it's raining.
For you who have missed this last couple weeks playing in my sandbox, Ross has been catching deserved scrutiny because during a guest verse on Meek Mill's "O.U.E.N.O." – more on that accomplice to jackassery below, as promised – Ross spat delightfully date-rapey line "Put molly all in the champagne, she ain't even know it/I took her home and I enjoy that, she ain't even know it."
What's worse, when Lunchbox was slapped with the petition requesting that Reebok drop his sponsorship deal, he responded with an audaciously petulant apology bitching about being "misinterpreted" and explaining to us all that it's all OK, because he never actually said the word "rape" or "condoned" the vile act.
"Reebok holds our partners to a high standard, and we expect them to live up to the values of our brand," a statement released by Reebok explained. "Unfortunately, Rick Ross has failed to do so. While we do not believe that Rick Ross condones sexual assault, we are very disappointed he has yet to display an understanding of the seriousness of this issue or an appropriate level of remorse."
That last part? That's the kicker. Superchunk couldn't even be bothered to actually admit, "Gee, I see how you might find that insensitive. That was ill-advised. I will err on the side of caution in the future."
Nope. The world sucks because Ross couldn't be bothered to understand that it doesn't matter if you say "rape" or not. When your lyric describes what even Whoopi Goldberg would recognize as "rape," you're treating a despicable crime unforgivably lightly.
"I don't wanna fight, Jack, but you ain't ever right, you know you wRong…"
Chi Cheng: 1970-2013
Founding Deftones bassist Chi Cheng died over the weekend at the age of 42, his family announced Saturday. Cheng has regained only partial consciousness following a 2008 car accident.
In 2008, Cheng founded the veteran southern California hard rock outfit alongside Chino Moreno, Stephen Carpenter and Abe Cunningham.
"This is the hardest thing to write to you," Cheng's mother wrote in a statement. "Your love and heart and devotion to Chi was unconditional and amazing. I know that you will always remember him as a giant of a man on stage with a heart for every one of you. He was taken to the emergency room and at 3 a.m. today his heart just suddenly stopped. He left this world with me singing songs he liked in his ear."
There's little else to say except that it's a heartbreaking way to see a life end. Aside from being the backbone of Deftone's heavy, melodic sound, he was also widely beloved among his peers. To echo my friend, colleague and editor Jeremy Thomas, my deepest condolences to his family, friends, bandmates and everybody who loved him. The music lives on, but losing the man truly leaves a hole in the Earth.
Meek Mill actually DEFENDS Rick Ross
Here's the thing about freedom of speech that needs made crystal clear right now.
Yes, Meek Mill. You're right. You and Rick Ross have every right to say whatever you damn-well please. Go right ahead.
I'm fine with that, you barely verbal disgraces to excrement. Know why? Because the First Amendment also guarantees the right to call you both cock-juggling thundercunts who miss the point in about the same fashion as Randal Graves completely failing to understand why he can't call someone a porch monkey." Incidentally, Reebok also reserves the right to, based on your chosen speech, shit-can the sponsorship agreement into which they voluntarily entered and may voluntarily exit for whatever damn reasons they choose.
Ross' fellow brilliant firework of ignorance shot back this week at critics who took Tons o' Fun to task for making light of date rape. The resulting tirade convinces me that he grew up living under power lines.
"I don't even care about nobody criticizing no lyrics," Billboard reported Meek said. "People rap about killing stuff all day. Biggie said, 'Rape your kid, throw her over the bridge' back then, it was nothing, it was just hip-hop. Now you got all these weirdos on these social sites voicing their opinion about something anybody says. I don't care, I'm from the hood. I never really cared about what nobody saying in no rap. Rap's always been talking about killing, drugs, all types of stuff. So you can't just criticize no one thing nobody say. It's imaginary visual. If a writer write about somebody getting raped in a movie, that mean he a rapist or he want girls to get raped? No, he just wrote about that in a movie."
Previously, Ross himself tweeted, "I dont condone rape.Apologies for the#lyricinterpreted as rape.#BOSS."
Let's review something briefly: do you know how you can tell an apology has been well-prioritized and carefully thought-out? The vanity hashtag. #DoucheNozzle
Back to Dicksmack's words above, though. Hey, Meek? Get up to date. Hip-hop experienced a collective moment of clarity after Tupac and Biggie were shot: this is being taken far, far too lightly. So it goes collectively with sexual assault and rape, as well. It's a crime with which victims have to live the rest of their lives. Ross depicted it completely free from context, and in an arrogant, nonchalant manner. If you're not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.
"Now, how could I possibly be inconspicuous when my flow is f***in' Ridiculous?"
Justin Bieber beliebs in Anne Frank
Ugh. Let's just end the week on this one.
I don't know if this is just the vapid little chucklehead going a bit gazoo over his crumbling personal life, or if he's really just been this much of a fuck-nut all along and his flavor of sweet-n'-sour crazy is finally hitting critical mass. But, dude … surely, someone tried to stop you from ACTUALLY DOING THIS.
Apparently, the living proof that Zack Morris is trying to claw his way into reality in the style of Wes Craven's New Nightmare visited the Anne Frank House recently. He then wrote in the guestbook, "Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber," TMZ reported an Anne Frank House representative posted to the location's Facebook page.
What in every flavor of fuck, you detriment to evolution?
What a lovely vacuum these self-involved sacks of monkey spunk live within. It's Anne Frank, you mutated mass of hair product. Though she was indeed a typical teenage girl in that she was fascinated with pop culture, that was an era in which even pop culture had far more substance and dignity than there's a hope in Hell you'll ever have. Get out of your own head and show an iota of respect to somebody who's meant more to the world than hopefully your forgettable bubblegum caterwauling ever will.
The sun's comin' up…I'm ridin' with Lady Luck
Thanks for stopping in this week, Babies. Keep your stick on the ice. I'm Sean. You're not. Never dull your colors for someone else's canvas.