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Tuesday , December 14, 2010
We're Obsessed: "Vivrant Thing" by Q-Tip
Q-TIP'S "VIVRANT THING": THE GREATEST LOVE SONG OF ALL TIME
Apparently Q-Tip's new album, The Renaissance, is really good, in the hacky-sack-hop, post-Bob Marley, John Mayer-of-rap, loser-stoner-freshman-at-Ohio-State-University way. Personally, I don't really care about listening to The Renaissance. As far as I'm concerned, history only has room for one Renaissance, and it already happened in, like, 1500 or whatevs. I'm talking about the actual Renaissance; you know, the one with Leonardo DaVinci and shit. I don't understand why Q-Tip thinks he can reclaim The Renaissance. He can't.
What you should be doing, Q-Tip, is amplifying. Q-Tip's 1999 Magnum Opus, Amplified, is, in my opinion, a masterpiece. Amplified is my favourite hip-hop album of all time; it's the Imagine by John Lennon to Beats, Rhymes and Life, which is the Let it Be of A Tribe Called Quest, if you follow me.
Pretty much every song on Amplified is kickass, except for the one featuring the lead singer of Korn (which nobody on Earth should ever have to listen to. However, the real pick of the Amplified litter is "Vivrant Thing", the album's lead single and one of the best, coolest, sexiest, and chillest songs ever written. But, above all else, "Vivrant Thing" is a love song. Listeners less perceptive than I might fail to catch that the marrow, the pith, the quintessence of this work, it that it is an ode to the Truest Love of Life. Here, let me explain it to you with my full lyrical analysis:
"Even though we both fly/Give each other space and not the evil eye/Acting like grown-ups..."
This is SO important in a relationship! Just because you and your beloved are obviously flyer than everyone else, it doesn't mean you should ignore all the other people in your life who you are less fly than y'all, or else you will get burnt out on all the fly, and the relationship will crumble.
"[She's] imprinted on my mind every minute/Make my plans and you always in it."
You know you love someone when they make going to the passport office fun; I'm assuming this is what Q-Tip is essentially trying to communicate here.
"And when we both do hemp/We go on and on and on and on and..."
on and on and...
It is a good idea to date somebody who smokes exactly the same amount of weed as you. If not, you'll feel judged, or else feel tempted/entitled to be a bitch about how the aroma of pot smoke is "annoying" to you.
"[She's] sweeter than Ben and Jerry['s]."
That's a cute thing to say about your girl. What a little sweetheart cub Q-Tip is! You can hear in his voice that he treats this girl like gold.
Plus we can hold a convo/Or go to the movies, my crib, whatever, yo."
This relationship is the real deal.
"Just wanna see you by my side/We on 95, know the stash is in the ride."
That sounds better than anything! Cruising down a freeway with your hot bf (who is Q-Tip in this situation, which is FINE BY ME), drinking a giant Diet Coke Slurpee, singing along to "Be True to your School" by the Beach Boys, touching the back of each other's necks the way people in love always do that, safe in knowing that you've got hella pot and snacks tucked away in an eco-friendly tote bag in the backseat, etc.
In the most sinister days of January, I am constantly skipping twenty-five songs through my iPod shuffle to get to "Vivrant Thing". I listen to it power-walking down slushy Queen Street West, all bundled up in my gold GapKids puffa, and imagine myself dancing to it like crazy at a bar someplace in New York City, wearing this sparkly grey tank dress I have from, um, OId Navy Kids and hanging out with all my New York bros in the sweatiest heat of deep July. And then I click twenty-five songs more to get to "Maggie's Farm" by Bob Dylan, and then I give up and take a cab home.
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