CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: Stories surrounding Erykah Badu's sizable ASSets have been circulating for quite some time now and, let me ASSure Y.O.U., that the tales of her tremendous "tail" are NO exaggeration. See, once upon a time before technology made home studios upstart artist de rigueur, I used to regularly find myself in late night sessions in high end recording studios in Midtown Manhattan, NYC and, on 1 such night, I had the pleasure of meeting Erykah Badu.
I went to visit my man Kevin "Phantom" Rudolf @ SONY Studios (NOTE: Yes, the White guitarist repackaged as a Rock-N-Roll bad boy signed to Cash Money Records) who was adding some awesome strings to the sonic landscape of a David Banner session. It was some basic real nigga shit - David Banner and his team were nothing short of accommodating.
As the Hennessey flowed and tracks were played, artists from other rooms meandered in and out of our session every so often. Fat Joe stopped by to crack some jokes, but the only "crack" that mattered that night was that which belonged to Ms. Erykah Badu. As she casually sat next to me on the obligatory black leather studio couch she captivated the entire room with not only her beauty but, more endearingly, her warmth of character and general ease. No diva bullshit. No self-imploding star desperation. Erykah Badu was as cool as the other side of the pillow and it scared me because, in that very instant, I understood the unique power that she had to drive otherwise sane men to trade all of their worldly possessions for the promise of a life with her filled with long barefoot walks, vegan diets, chewsticks galore and more dashiki threads than an African swap meet.
Anyway, watch this guerrilla style/1 take visual and see why this Dallas, Texas D-Girl drives ALL of the "conscious" rapper boys cah-ray-zee! LOL. Good shit!
I went to visit my man Kevin "Phantom" Rudolf @ SONY Studios (NOTE: Yes, the White guitarist repackaged as a Rock-N-Roll bad boy signed to Cash Money Records) who was adding some awesome strings to the sonic landscape of a David Banner session. It was some basic real nigga shit - David Banner and his team were nothing short of accommodating.
As the Hennessey flowed and tracks were played, artists from other rooms meandered in and out of our session every so often. Fat Joe stopped by to crack some jokes, but the only "crack" that mattered that night was that which belonged to Ms. Erykah Badu. As she casually sat next to me on the obligatory black leather studio couch she captivated the entire room with not only her beauty but, more endearingly, her warmth of character and general ease. No diva bullshit. No self-imploding star desperation. Erykah Badu was as cool as the other side of the pillow and it scared me because, in that very instant, I understood the unique power that she had to drive otherwise sane men to trade all of their worldly possessions for the promise of a life with her filled with long barefoot walks, vegan diets, chewsticks galore and more dashiki threads than an African swap meet.
Anyway, watch this guerrilla style/1 take visual and see why this Dallas, Texas D-Girl drives ALL of the "conscious" rapper boys cah-ray-zee! LOL. Good shit!
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"I understood the unique power that she had to drive otherwise sane men to trade all of their worldly possessions for the promise of a life with her filled with long barefoot walks, vegan diets, chewsticks galore and more dashiki threads than an African swap meet."
HAHAHA
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