Thursday, July 05, 2018
Album Review: Drake- Scorpion
Drake’s money-infatuated album Scorpion reminds me of an incident that occurred during the Mexican beach vacation I took last year. I thought I was living like royalty as I paid $75 per night for a clean room and all the food and booze I cared to consume at a hotel catering to Mexican families.
Only when I snuck into a nearby resort on a futile quest to obtain an English language newspaper did I realize that I was a relative pauper. I blew past an initial wave of security guards with the gringo excuse of “no hablo español” and discovered a hidden realm of exceptional luxury. Dozens of perfectly-toned Europeans wearing swimsuits the size of peso notes lounged around a spectacular water complex that made the centerpiece of my hotel seem like a plastic wading pool. I was unceremoniously escorted out before my beggarly presence spoiled the luxe setting.
Even though I’m ostensibly welcome to bask in the lavish atmosphere of Scorpion for as long as I like, the recording makes me feel like a shabby outsider crashing a swanky gala. Drake appears to disdain everyone who hasn’t achieved similar levels of success. Given that he seems miserable, I have no interest in trading places with the world’s most popular rapper. He may spend more money in an afternoon than I make in a decade, but Drake seems lonely, bitter and petty on the sadly revealing Scorpion. That’s “God’s Plan”.
My five favorite sets at the Middle of the Map festival were by Spoon, Mx.Mrs Btrfly, Jade Jackson, Rick Maun and Becca Mancari. I reviewed day one and day two of the event for The Kansas City Star.
I featured Mysterious Clouds, Cubanisms and Logan Richardson in a mid-year music survey on KCUR’s Up To Date.
I write weekly music previews for The Kansas City Star.
I parse the disheartening results of a Downbeat poll at Plastic Sax.
I continue to toil at The Kansas City Jazz Calendar like a sequestered monk copying holy manuscripts.
(Original image of a beach in Mexico by There Stands the Glass.)