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Sunday, June 08, 2008
2:30 PM


So She's Not The Female Ray-J

 



While she may be a decent songwriter, Solange's attitude has always irked the hell out of me. I'll forever remember her stomping around Houston saying, "Do you know who I am?" at a time when Destiny's Child was only a few years shy of being booed at No Limit concerts and still clamoring for mainstream popularity.

Delusions of grandeur aside, I think Solange deserves credit for making the effort to set herself a part from every other R&B video out there. She could have easily drove around the city, hit up a club, or walk around looking lost in a rented mansion in her video, but she instead opted for something more visually stimulating.

Initially, the song gave me strep throat when I first heard it. It sounded like the vocal arrangements were inspired by Harriet Winslow. But thanks to the video, I dig the song now.

I'm starting to think she's about to make the album Beyonce wanted to make before "Work It Out" caught a brick. Solo still gets a bit carried away with her posturing "I'm an artist" shtick, but I'm a lot more curious about her project than I was before.

Someone do me one favor, though: Solange likes to put random words together and call it a song. Like "Wendy's Absolut Disco Sun," or "Wing Dinner With Fries" and "Corona Lime Love Fest."

Can someone tell her to cut that freebasing shit out?

Good looking.

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