Monday, August 6, 2012

Chronic FX

It should be a rule that from now on, Dr. Dre is no longer permitted to write, produce, direct, or star in anything else under the clear blue sky until the sonic asymptote that is The Detox is released.  If it ain't a drug-referenced trilogy capper, he doesn't so much as touch a mixing board. As it is, this project is fast approaching and indeed in many respects has passed the point of vaporware.  For at least the past half-decade, the production has carried a Chinese Democracy like weight on top of itself, going through endless start-stop phases, still-born and false-alarm singles, and endless "buzz" from the surrounding hip-hop community that is causing it to implode from its own increasingly portentous reputation, its burdened expectations stemming from the never-reachable promise land of perfection.

Please, Dre.  I love ya.  You're very good at what you do.  Legendary even.  Certainly a big reason why I got into the music making business.  But your album will not change the world.  It will not live up to the hype.  Projects like this are never designed to and are basically fated to fall short, at least at first. Take solace in the fact that it will undoubtedly be a very good hip-hop record that will age like a fine wine once the polarizing shades of the pop-culture zeitgeist no longer give it the proverbial stink eye, leading way to the inevitable objectivity with which the record should have been viewed in the first place without the over-the-shoulder look at the endless staircase that preceded it.

Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't find this intriguing.

Now if you'll excuse me, I will return to attempting to take my own advice.


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