DESPITE RESEMBLING A YOUNG SHYHEIM, LAURYN HILL SEEMS TO BE BACK ON HER SHIT
She was poised to be the hip-hop generations’ reincarnation of Aretha Franklin. When her first album dropped, I remember listening to it with five hard body dudes on Fordham Road in DJ Ransom’s Camry, passing around a new strain of trees called Hydro in complete silence.
Amidst a tumultuous break up with Coca-Cola advertising legend, Sergio Zyman’s daughter, The Ex-Factor made me cry. Twice.
Strong, intelligent, talented, black and beautiful. I didn’t want to fuck Lauryn, I wanted to wash her hair, surprise her with a slice of cheese cake, and hold her hand as we perused mango’s at a Brooklyn farmers market. She was the baddest bitch.
Years of drinking, marrying a Marley, and 35 kids later, she resurfaced as a disheveled out of breath diva delivering paltry albums and performances. How hard they fall.
I was pleased to see this footage taken from the Openair Frauenfeld Festival in Switzerland this past Saturday. The gawdess sounds good.
And speaking of Shyheim…