Macklemore and his DJ/producer/bestie Ryan Lewis are in desperate need of a choir to tour with...or at least a female vocalist.
I was at the Roots Picnic in Philly over the weekend and got to see the ever-entertaining Macklemore borrow some girl's fur vest and tell the crowd it smelled like a grandma with a four blunt a day habit, who has a taste for malt liquor and who blacks out frequently--hell of a nose. He even managed to walk across the crowd during one of the breaks in "Can't Hold Us." (check out the video below) Macklemore puts on a damn good show, and Ryan Lewis knows how to make bombastic beats that make good use of Owuor Arunga, the man jumping around stage one-handing his trumpet.
That said, after seeing them perform twice in the past two months I can say with certainty that they need a female singer or a whole damn choir to be on stage with them for some songs. At the show on Saturday, Ray Dalton was belting out his parts of Can't Hold Us and sounded incredible--adding accents and improvisations to the familiar beat. That song definitely would have fallen flat without Dalton, which is why I cant understand why they would do "Same Love" without Mary Lambert--or at least another talented lady on the mic.
Macklemore came out, gave his speech about being in the midst of the greatest civil rights movement of our generation--the same speech he gave when I saw him at Columbia in April--and then proceeded to croon out another rendition of Same Love with only a recorded version of Ms. Lambert's beautiful chorus. I was disappointed and I started to realize that a number of his songs would benefit from some live vocal support.
Same Love
Wings
White Walls
All of these would sound incredible live if they had some singers on stage. Macklemore knows how to put on a show and definitely seems like he would enjoy the spectacle of having a choir to direct. I only hope that as their meteoric rise continues, this entertaining duo makes it happen.
More gold from The Sirens of Titan. In this passage, Vonnegut chronicles the meeting between Noel Constant (father of Malaki Constant) and Ransom K. Fern. Plenty of choice quotes in here on all the bullshit in business with my favorite being, "Noel Constant was so impressed by this monument to hypocrisy and sharp practice that he wanted to buy stock in it without even referring to his Bible."
I really dig the names he comes up with too.
"Ransom K. Fern is the name," he said.
"I had a professor in the Harvard Business School," said young Fern to Noel Constant, "who kept telling me that I was smart, but that I would have to find my boy , if I was going to be rich. He wouldn't explain what he meant. He said I would catch on sooner or later. I asked him how I could go looking for my boy, and he suggested that I work for the Bureau of Internal Revenue for a year or so.
"When I went over your tax returns, Mr. Constant, it suddenly came to me what it was he meant. He meant I was shrewd and thorough, but I wasn't remarkably lucky. I had to find somebody who had luck in an astonishing degree — and so I have."
"Why should I pay you two thousand dollars a week?" said Noel Constant. "You see my facilities and my staff here, and you know what I've done with them."
"Yes — " said Fern, "and I can show you where you should have made two hundred million where you made only fifty-nine. You know absolutely nothing about corporate law or tax law — or even commonsense business procedure."
Fern thereupon proved this to Noel Constant, father of Malachi — and Fern showed him an organizational plan that had the name Magnum Opus, Incorporated. It was a marvelous engine for doing violence to the spirit of thousands of laws without actually running afoul of so much as a city ordinance.
Noel Constant was so impressed by this monument to hypocrisy and sharp practice that he wanted to buy stock in it without even referring to his Bible.
"Mr. Constant, sir," said young Fern, "don't you understand? Magnum Opus is you, with you as chairman of the board, with me as president.
"Mr. Constant," he said, "right now you're as easy for the Bureau of Internal Revenue to watch as a man on a street corner selling apples and pears. But just imagine how hard you would be to watch if you had a whole office building jammed to the rafters with industrial bureaucrats — men who lose things and use the wrong forms and create new forms and demand everything in quintuplicate, and who understand perhaps a third of what is said to them; who habitually give misleading answers in order to gain time in which to think, who make decisions only when forced to, and who then cover their tracks; who make perfectly honest mistakes in addition and subtraction, who call meetings whenever they feel lonely, who write memos whenever they feel unloved; men who never throw anything away unless they think it could get them fired. A single industrial bureaucrat, if he is sufficiently vital and nervous, should be able to create a ton of meaningless papers a year for the Bureau of Internal Revenue to examine. In the Magnum Opus Building, we will have thousands of them! And you and I can have the top two stories, and you can go on keeping track of what's really going on the way you do now."
Just bought Hocus Pocus and I cant wait to tear through it. Should have plenty of time on the way to/from Philly. Got tickets to the Roots picnic!
