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Number One Records: In My Feelings

Video: Drake – “In My Feelings”

Directed by Karena Evans. From Scorpion, out now on Young Money/Cash Money/Republic Records.

Drake’s “In My Feelings” has been #1 since the week ending July 12, and I’ve been trying to ignore it this whole time. But this week marks eight weeks in the top spot of the Hot 100, so I guess it’s time to accept it.

Starting to wonder if maybe my dislike of Drake is irrational… I have never liked singy hip hop. I came up with hardcore. I’ve always believed, as Chris “Mac Daddy” Kelly so eloquently stated in 1992, that “R&B-rap is bullcrap.” I didn’t even like “Regulate” back in the day. This seems completely arbitrary and ridiculous at this point. Nevertheless, implicit biases are hard to shake.

Is “In My Feelings” a good song? I don’t know. It’s a good meme. And it’s better than Post Malone, right? But it’s been the number one song in America all summer, so I suppose it’s earned closer scrutiny. I’ve listened to it a bunch of times in a row now, and it’s catchy for sure. I dig the video. Is that what New Orleans is like now? I haven’t been there since before Katrina.

But yeah, Drake. This is pop music in 2018. He’s led the Hot 100 for a 27 weeks this year in total, so this is what we’ve got. Love it or lump it.

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Please Help Katrina Victims

Please help.Rock and roll can change your life. A hurricane can destroy it.

If you’re reading this site, it is because of your interest in rock and roll. As is well-known but not frequently considered, the roots of rock and roll come from a part of the world that has been more smashed and trashed than any hotel room in the history of touring. The blues players of the Mississippi Delta have long lived under conditions that many of us have only seen in the pictures of Walker Evans. Now even those most meager circumstances have been utterly destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. Those who were making their living by playing in clubs on Canal Street in New Orleans no longer have gigs—and aren’t likely to, there, anyway, for some time to come.

We all owe something to the people who are responsible for the music we love, the women and men who are now, if lucky, being helped out by people from the Salvation Army or the Red Cross. Donate.

Words by Stephen Macaulay. Sentiment shared by all of us at Glorious Noise. Personally, I’ve had some of the most mindblowing experiences of my entire life in the Crescent City. From seeing Tav Falco and His Panther Burns playing at a bar the size of your parents’ living room to barfing my guts out all over my shoes on Bourbon Street, New Orleans has always seemed too exotic and wild to be America. To see it shattered like this is truly heartbreaking. And it exposes something very, very wrong with our society. Let’s all try to do something to fix it…