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Aug. 7th, 2004 02:59 amI'm pretty bummed about Rick James's death. I was nine or ten when Street Songs came out and "Super Freak" hit big. I remember thinking, holy shit, look at this dude. Rick was just full-on out there, you know? You just looked at that guy and knew he was doing some wild shit. And "Super Freak," man--how many top-ten songs in 1981 featured lines like "I really like to taste her every time we meet"?!? I'm surprised Tipper Gore and her girls didn't go after him. "Rick 'Super Freak' James wants to taste our children--indeed, he instructs them to 'Give It to Me, Baby.' This lascivious behavior must not be tolerated on the airwaves." And then there was "Seventeen." Of course, there's no shortage of pop songs about underage girls, but with Rick you really felt like he meant lines like "She said she read a magazine that said I was a FREAK; you'll never know, now, little girl, until you take a peek!" Crazy stuff. That's why when that crack pipe/imprisonment stuff came along, I kind of said, yap, you had to see that coming.
"Super Freak," man. There's just something perfect about that song. I bought Street Songs for that tune and listened to it non-stop for months. I can remember lying in bed listening to Street Songs and reading Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. How's that for a combo? To this day, I may be the only person on earth who associates Roald Dahl with "Ghetto Life."
When I was fooling around trying to be in a band in my late teens, I learned "Super Freak" start to finish on guitar. I even worked out the sax solo at the end. In one band, Crackerbox Death Sandwich, we even worked up a metal version and practiced it. Come to think of it, that may have been the only song we worked up. Wait, I guess there were a couple of Misfits tunes and our original "A Crop of Musk," but anyway. Of course, we never did much with the band and never got to play it anywhere, but once I did get to jump onstage with a local band I was friends with and sing backup when they covered it. You know: "Down to her feet." There was actually a metal group called Mordred that came out with their own metal version of "Super Freak" on some album, but I thought it was pretty lame.
Then, of course, MC Hammer came along and ruined everything. All of a sudden that great riff became the hook to one of the most lamentable rap songs ever. Funk dat.
Anyway, I was glad to see Rick making a comeback in the public eye with all the attention he got from the Dave Chappelle thing--even if I did have my doubts about whether it was really him. It's sad to see him die right when he was getting that recognition, but it could have been worse, I guess. I just hope he was clean and happy when he died. Cocaine is a helluva drug, you know.
"Super Freak," man. There's just something perfect about that song. I bought Street Songs for that tune and listened to it non-stop for months. I can remember lying in bed listening to Street Songs and reading Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. How's that for a combo? To this day, I may be the only person on earth who associates Roald Dahl with "Ghetto Life."
When I was fooling around trying to be in a band in my late teens, I learned "Super Freak" start to finish on guitar. I even worked out the sax solo at the end. In one band, Crackerbox Death Sandwich, we even worked up a metal version and practiced it. Come to think of it, that may have been the only song we worked up. Wait, I guess there were a couple of Misfits tunes and our original "A Crop of Musk," but anyway. Of course, we never did much with the band and never got to play it anywhere, but once I did get to jump onstage with a local band I was friends with and sing backup when they covered it. You know: "Down to her feet." There was actually a metal group called Mordred that came out with their own metal version of "Super Freak" on some album, but I thought it was pretty lame.
Then, of course, MC Hammer came along and ruined everything. All of a sudden that great riff became the hook to one of the most lamentable rap songs ever. Funk dat.
Anyway, I was glad to see Rick making a comeback in the public eye with all the attention he got from the Dave Chappelle thing--even if I did have my doubts about whether it was really him. It's sad to see him die right when he was getting that recognition, but it could have been worse, I guess. I just hope he was clean and happy when he died. Cocaine is a helluva drug, you know.