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I was literally in my dad’s house renting my studio out, running it off of a generator outside. He called me right when I went to get my application from McDonald’s. The most horrible time was the day that Akon called me. Zapp & Roger – "More Bounce To The Ounce"ĪP: Did you ever think about giving up your musical dreams?
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To see how an original legend got down check out a little video I stumbled across. It reminds me of a quote I heard some time ago, which said something to the effect of "to copy one person is called plagiarism, to copy many is called respect." The normally applies to one artistic work or endeavor, but here’s my question… what is it called when you copy a whole career? Although it pains me to know that it’s somewhat true, this particular use still doesn’t sit right with me and is damn close to, dare I say, plagiarism. I mentioned all of this to a friend of mine and he responded by telling me that we’re living in the age of retro urban music. Instead he’s tried to pass off pseudo singing, boring content, and an overpriced drink coaster wrapped up in the shape of major release CD. Even the cats people who sampled Zapp & Roger in the past has the courtesy and respect to feature him in a video, use the original sample source, or somehow leave trace evidence that someone better had already created the sound. Anyone who tries to claim otherwise simply doesn’t know.
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For those who don’t know, Roger Troutman was the original 80′s funk master and undisputed king of the talk box (vocal tube synthesizer usually played with either a guitar or keyboard). Dre’s "California Love", sample by notable such as EPMD, Tupac, etc., and copied by virtually every R&B artist today. I’m not talking about one of those little baby hiccup vomits, I’m mean one of the hardcore exorcist style, he caught 4 feet of air, spewing chunks of last night’s dinner type joints.ĭoes anyone remember Roger Troutman (R.I.P.)?! This is the guy that was featured on Dr. However, I want to vomit every time I hear record after record of T-Pain’s tired use of the same synthesized vocal effect for the entire song. I’ll even admit that every once in a while it sounds good on the chorus of an R&B joint. Remember when it wasn’t alright to jack another person’s style? Not only did T-Pain jack someone’s style, he committed armed robbery on an entire career! I’ll admit that it’s in fashion right now to use the already overdone synthesized vocals.
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I know this all seems like it’s coming out of left field, but it’s actually been building up for quite some time now and I get the strangest feeling I’m not alone in my hatred for this one man minstrel show. Up until now I’ve taken the diplomatic ideal politician approach to offering a critique of contemporary artists and their music, but this matter is something I have to just come clean and be blunt about. So, regardless of what the fallout may be, I stand by my statement. "Epiphany", is the physical incarnation of everything vile and despicable that"s occurring in music today. Typically, I try to take a policy of ignoring the nonsense in the hopes that it will disappear, but your boy, Mr. Besides, if anyone is representative of the uncreative commercial crossover appeal responsible for accelerating the rot of Hip-Hop’s rebellious spirit, it’s T-Pain. The original title of the post was going to be "T-Pain Is the Devil Incarnate", but something hit me at the last minute and figured that I shouldn’t get biblical on him, that’s just not good karma! Still, I know that I shouldn’t blame the entire ruin of Hip-Hop on a scapegoat, but I’m from Boston, we blame everything on scapegoats, curses, or pretty much any excuse that’s convenient at the time.