I don’t know anything about Kenny Chesney. I just know I’m tired of hearing about Kanye and 50, and I’d rather this guy go number one than either of them. I figured he was the obvious choice over new albums from the Debarge-inspired, Sportin Waves-supported B5, and the prescription to Zoloft-needing fallen member of Bone Thugs N Harmony, Bizzy Bone.
Curtis is a bore with its superfluous guest appearances from the likes of Nicole S. (I’m not even trying that one today, and I’m too lazy to Google it), Robin Thicke, Justin Timberlake and Timbaland, Eminem, and others. It’s the type of record Ja Rule would have made if he still mattered: “I’ll kill you right after I sing four or five love songs to you.”
Graduation sounds like the same old, same old, only with a more electronic sound. The latter is far better, but Kanye irks me so much that I’m not wasting my money on him. The recording industry banded together to shove this ‘battle’ down our throats to boost sales and save some of their jobs. They all get an A for effort, but I’m not coppin’ either disc. Those millionaires will live. Ahh well.