|If a "Weeknder" is a thing,|
is it also created by Disney?
Anyway, due to some suggestions from high school acquaintance (and social revolutionary) Nick Brady, the homie Drizzle and, ironically enough, Dezeray, I gave The Weeknd a chance. I had a hard time getting into the music (I mean, I don't pop pills on the reg, nor do I have sex with women who've got hopped up off coke and has her jaw clenching on some super-sized papers), but once I got into it, I appreciated that the guy did music that was slightly different from what I'd heard before. It was raw music, albeit a bit whiny and self-indulgent at points, which kind of transcended genre boundaries.
|Plus, it gives me a reason.|
Anyhow, when I first heard a Weeknd track, it was 2011 (like everyone else). Fast forward about two years later. And it seems like every R&B track that isn't adult contemporary R&B and/or by an artist that is still a bit old-school has that "Abel Tesfaye and the Infinite Sadness" feel to it. Rap songs have women getting loose on Molly and other "harder-than-your-average-weed" drugs more than they have them blaming it on the G
|Maxwell + drugs + Drake co-sign +|
fuckery + drugs + sadness + drugs =
Weeknd. Kind of
In making almost parodic R&B ("fuck music" that you should not want to have sex to, ever), he himself has in some ways become a parody on almost Kid Cudi-meets-Amanda Bynes-levels. Do I still like his music? Yes. Do I wish that The Weeknd's style hadn't reignited the desire for this type of music? Yes. Will I buy Kiss Land? Eh. I don't like the title. To me, a halfway-educated-on-Weeknd's-shit fan of the dude, the title doesn't say shit other than "uh-hyuck, this is a overly sexualized parody of Wonderland that will make you and everyone around you cringe with lines about just wanting to hear your body talk."
Meh. Maybe I'm just thinking 'bout it a bit too much. Maybe I should shut up and just listen to the music. But, Speed without questioning shit isn't Speed at all. That's one of the differences between me and you.