My Review of Thank Me Later – But you can thank me now.
Expectations are a trip. They are a powerful force. They can have you searching Kobe and Lebron for the next Jordan. They can have you thinking Obama is going to instantly give you a job. They can have you thinking that just because you go to college, you’ll be stepping out into 6 figure pay days (I wish).
When I first popped open the TML CD, I was too excited. I haven’t bought a CD since buying The Carter 3 album, and that CD played non-stop in my car for at least 3 weeks with no skip, no radio, no pause. Needless to say, C3 had my expectations up pretty high for the next CD I was to purchase.
When I finally put the Drake CD, I’m not going to lie, I was definitely disappointed. I was expecting a mix between ‘Best I Ever Had’ and ‘Forever’ type songs with a couple ‘Shut it Down’s’ sprinkled in. I was not expecting a CD that made me think more of Kanye than Wayne. I skipped through the CD quickly to find something I could ride to, it was the summer after all, and I wanted something to let my windows down and bump. But I got that first taste at number 11 with the already leaked ‘Miss Me’ and again with number 14 ‘Thank Me Now.’ I had already heard Miss Me, so I didn’t get that first thirst quench until the CD was over, and I was hurt. All I could think about was that the savior was a phony, the blog sites are going to rip him, and it’s another Harold Minor, not Kobe Bryant.
Despite my initial disappointment, I liked his CD, and kept playing it, trying to see how much it would grow on me. But for about a week, I expressed to everybody my let down with Drake’s first CD, saying that though I liked it, I expected so much more. People would argue the artistry in it, its deviance from normal rap and hip hop music these days, his creativity. But that’s not what I was EXPECTING, so I was disspapointed.
Then, one night, my girlfriend and I were laying around watching MTV like we do every night (reality junkies), and a Drake special: Better Than Good Enough, came on. We’re watching Drake finalize his CD before its release, and I’m singing every song he performs. I’m feeling his every word and his every emotion that prompted him to record what he did, and I’m realizing, that two weeks after its come out, I’m still bumping this CD that I was initially disappointed with.
I honestly don’t understand why people can’t get into Drake’s music. He’s as seemingly honest and open in his work as anybody. In a time where toughness, bravado, and machismo is lauded, he’s not that. He raps about women that he’s lost, he raps about his insecurities with fame, he raps about whether or not he likes the person he’s becoming. The feelings he has inside are the feelings most 18 - 25 year old young men are feeling or have felt, and he presents it in such a way that those older and younger can relate.
I’ve heard people call him a gimmick because he’s mixed race and that he already had a built in marketing plan because of Degrassi. They say he’s not honest and puts out only what the public wants to hear. Some people say he’s not lyrical enough to be considered a lyricist. Some people think he’s not authentic enough and natural as a hip hop artist. Besides the fact that maybe you just don’t like his music for a whatever reason, I don’t see how people can apply these thoughts to Drake’s artistry, and don’t see how you can’t respect his music and his come-up.
Drake does not seem real or authentic in this hip hop/rap world because he’s not. He did not come up as this rap superstar spitting rhymes in the halls or on the corners. He’s into music (and I say this like I know him lol). He’s never claimed to be the best, or the coolest, rap artist. He only claims to be himself. What he is a mixed race kid that grew up in Canada with his white mother. He grew up with a love for music and had an apt for acting. All of his missteps early in his career are a result of that. I have been critical of his video choices, his presence, and his whole swagger from day 1, but then I realize he’s not Jay-Z, Wayne, 50, Diddy, or even J. Cole. He’s Aubrey. He uses his real name (lol – how rare) when rapping. He seems uncomfortable and not authentic because he’s not comfortable and is not what we would call authentic in this rap world. He said it in one of his songs about how he’s still trying to learn to be in the business. It was evident at the BET Awards that this whole thing of being a rap superstar is new and foreign to him. He didn’t grow up in American schools where he was in the rat race to be the coolest in the school. His own buddies say he was a nerd coming up and they where apprehensive about letting him hang with them.
But that’s the expectations thing. We expect Drake to be something he’s not.
What he is …….
… is talented, on a lyrical level (Say What’s Real – So Far Gone) and on a pop level (Everything he puts out now).
… is marketable because of his appearance, pedigree, and his running crew.
… is new to the rap-star thing.
… is one of the few positive music acts that we have right now. He is that mix between J. Cole and Wale and Soulja Boy and The Party Boys.
We just have to have realistic expectations of what we expect from him and out of him and understand what he is. But more importantly, we need to know what he isn’t.
And since I’ve adjusted my expectations, I LOVE his CD, and am still listening to it. But when that J. Cole drops ………….