hitchcock's marnie: a klepto woman in trouble. a rich man who blackmails her into marriage. a slightly incestuous sister-in-law. the color red. dead horses. blonde to brunette. shooting guns in riding gear. thrillers have never been made more stylish.
a year later, the king of pop is still fresh in my heart. you can find me watching the jackson 5 movie and plenty of groundbreaking videos all day. thank you.
as much as i stuck by my "he's still jimmy brooks" mantra, after listening to his critically-acclaimed debut thank me later, i've decided that mr. drizzy is one of our generation's most interesting rappers. a very huge statement after only a mixtape, an ep, and countless collabos, but with an album so bi-polarly melancholic and hedonistic, it is hard not to admire his budding genius. what drake does best is combine the alienating yet rhythmic moodiness of modern youth with his well-preserved struggles with fame in order to create a rap album laced in sexy, electro r&b elements, reminding one of bedroom follies and glossy weed sessions at the same time. my favorite track is "the resistance" which is a trance-like ode to anyone who wishes on a star and realizes that star may be too bright to withstand any sense of normalcy. i'm actually considering buying this album, that's how good it is. as the monkees said, "now ima believer."
