supposed to be different: janelle monae

Janelle Monae for Dried Up Essence...I don’t have a personal problem with Janelle Monae. I just have a few gripes. Her natural beauty is undeniable, her smile…killer, her skin…flawless, her doe eyed features and supple brown baby girl skin certainly contrast again the endless bots of red bones in music but….

her voice is a bag of mangled and strangled cats. See here.

Janelle Monae has a marginally generic voice and I believe that sometimes people are so hungry for something different that we’re too quick to give props to someone simply because they wear a different suit and you can thank the Angela Davis’s of the natural hair community for that. Those woman seem to handout a glaring amount of kudos to women simply cause they’ve rock fake locks , a fake fro,¬†and now Janelle’s Pompadour.

But back to her “you wan’t it to be good but it falls short” irritating voice. Her voice lacks gravity, character and that something special that makes you feel like she’s lived through some things. No apologies here. Pretty and “Oh you so different” ain’t enough to move my soul, spirit, or my neck. If Ashanti, Ciara, Estelle, Cassie, Rita Ora, and Rihanna had The Roots as their backup for a song they’d kill it too. Nevertheless I can’t pick Janelle’s voice out of a police lineup and that saddens me.

And why come Essence got this spry young lady looking like she’s at my Granny’s church convention deacon board meeting? A silk blouse and press and curl…#girlbye

audio safari: I hope you learn your lesson

Get Better Fool and Do it for your damn kids!

TMZ owes Wayne an apology for announcing that the family pastor came to Wayne’s hospital bedside for final respects but Wayne also owes the Till Family an even bigger one for disrespecting their kin and entire legacy and comparing a floating in the river beat unrecognizable lynched fourteen year old boy to beating up red bone pussy. Wayne. Now that your ass has tongue kissed the grim reaper that should teach your recklessly over tatted Gremlin ass not to make light by crossing unnecessary boundaries to entertain suburban white kids who are thirsty for the audio safari. Plus your kids need you and their baby mamas need their child support checks.