The cover band showcase was great. Not only was it fun, but the bands seemed to have genuinely put some work into actually sounding good. I can’t say I had any favorites, but the Shakira cover band, Shakir A’neal sounded awesome.
Maxim and Carla, hanging out.
After the show, I caught up with lead singer, Carla, and lead Guitarist, Maxim, and asked them a few cover band related questions:
Why did you choose to cover Shakira and how did the band name come about?
Max and Carla were sitting out in wilder bowl, postponing our midterm studying, and as soon as we started talking about the cover band show case, we immediately thought of Shakira. We knew the energy was right. There were really no other options, just Shakira. It was perfect. We asked a few passerby if they’d be in the band. None of them ended up in the band. But they were all extremely interested.
The band name is just a hybrid between Shakira and Shaquille O’neal. There’s really not much to it.
What songs did you cover and why did you pick those particular songs?
We covered “Wherever, Whenever,” the Spanish version of “Objection (Tango),” and “Hips Don’t Lie,” which medley-ed into “Underneath Your Clothes.” The first song was a given. For the second song, we thought it was necessary to do a true Spanish ballad, given that our singer was well versed in Spanish, and Shakira herself is practically fluent. “Hips Don’t Lie” was a crowd pleaser. And then Max was hanging with a Shakira fan late into the night at Tank, and she expressed the need for “Underneath Your Clothes.”
What was your general impression of the cover band showcase and how did you feel about your performance?
Wow! Wow! Wow! We wished that we could be more aggressive in the venue, but given the floor was nearly breaking, we understood that this wasn’t an option. Other bands were great. [We] couldn’t hear any vocalists. Maroon Four killed it. We really messed up “Hips Don’t Lie,” but the crowd was too drunk to care, so that was awesome.
Will we see Shakir A’neal again?
You’ll definitely see us hanging out on campus. And we might not all be together again, but individually you’ll definitely see us.
Party at the end of the world! Everyone’s invited! Prince Rama’s greatest hits album got tarred and glittered and then electrocuted itself during a bubble bath. Huge, glamorous production — so obsessed with itself…deprived of oxygen from too much hair gel. A+++
Surprise! Chillwave is still not over. And I am totally OK with it, and all of that funky/fuzzy synthy bouncy poppy-pop that this CD brings to the party.
FYI: pronounced “on you in you,” which makes sense, sort of.
I’m really into rap right now, probably a little too much. After last month’s A$AP Rocky concert, I can’t stop listening. It got to the point that my friends had to sit me down and remind me there is more music to be heard than solely Danny Brown. I realized I had to broaden my pallet; there is such a thing as overplaying an artist. But while staying within the confines of my beloved rap genre, I began to expand, listening to various other artists. In my expansion, I began listening to Kendrick Lamar. As his 2010 album, Section 80, was critically acclaimed, immense hype surrounded his latest release, good kid, m.A.A.d. city. I had to give it a listen. And though I can’t call it groundbreaking, “good kid, m.A.A.d. city” is nonetheless a great album.
Although I don’t agree that “good kid, m.A.A.d. city” is the instant classic it has been deemed by various music publications, it still is ultimately a success. The production is varied, encompassing pseudo- electronica and hard guttural beats, with Lamar effectively
navigating his way lyrically through each song. The lyrical content on the album is varied, and while contained mostly in today’s usual rap themes of women, money, poverty, there is creativity in all he says. The sole problem I have with “good Kid, m.A.A.d. city” is that it forces the listener to ask, is Kendrick Lamar really that good or is hip-hop today just that bad? Rappers are often given too much credit; if an artist manages to say something mildly creative or original they are excessively praised. Kendrick Lamar embodies this to an extent. Although in “good kid, m.A.A.d. city,” Kendrick is able to avoid the Lil Wayne pitfall of rhyming “hoes” with “hoes”, overall he struggles to say something new. His lyrics are indeed good, but occasionally formulaic: while Kendrick strives for so-called “intellectual hip-hop,” lines like “I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel tower/so I can f*ck the world for 72 hours” don’t help his cause.
With my “Lil Wayne is killing hip-hop” rant aside, I need to emphasize that, while I don’t view “good kid, m.A.A.d. city” as wildly original, it still is to me the best rap album of the year.
I have no clue what that says about the hip-hop genre as a whole, but regardless, “good kid, m.A.A.d. city” is definitely worth a listen.