Sharps & flats
Thug rapper Eve's assertive female raps would sound even more radical at the top of the charts if the countrified Dixie Chicks weren't telling the exact same stories.
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The Dixie Chicks and Eve are the only female artists to debut at No. 1 on Billboard in
1999, and they both did it with albums featuring anti-spousal abuse songs in
which the abuser ends up pushing up daisies. Is it time
to dust off the grrrl-theories we haven’t had a
chance to use since the heyday of Sporty Spice? Nope,
more like a lucky fluke: What we have here are two
hits that usher new sensibilities into restrictive genres
the artists in question nevertheless love to death.
You may know Philadelphia-bred Eve as Eve of Destruction from the Roots’ “Things Fall Apart.” She also sang “What You Want,” where she played the stand-out chick at the Ruff Ryders’ sausage party, “Ride or Die, Vol. 1,” and provided the only remotely musical moments on the back-to-school locker room jam of the year. Here she changes up a bit. Hard as hell but head over heels in love, she offers the toughest admission of vulnerability you’ll hear on the radio all year. A stunningly naive pursuit of old-fashioned pop bliss that feels innovative without crossing over into Mary J. country, it’s simultaneously wistful and hardcore — the thug-hop “Be My Baby.”
“I open wide/I don’t give a fuck/I’m swallowing my pride,” is her way of saying, “For every kiss you give me/I’ll give you three.” But it’s an emotional metaphor, not a coochie reference. Set against flighty backing harmonies and post-Wyclef acoustic-guitar triplets, it’s also a hymn to the pleasure principle — something rare in dickcentric hip-hop, which still regularly denies women much pleasure at all.
Kind of revolutionary, and lovable too. Eve’s Swizz Beatz-produced “Ruff Ryder’s First Lady” would seem even more radical if it weren’t sitting atop the charts right next to a girly country group using the exact same kind of sensibility. The song “Ready to Run,” the Dixie Chicks’ mad dash out of the chapel of love, starts picking up steam right where Eve’s fantasies usually go south. “When my Mom says I look good in white/I’m gonna be ready this time,” Natalie Maines sings, savoring not just the fun of fucking over her obliviously doting parents and dough-eyed groom, but the pleasure of usurping a moral code that’s given her nothing but grief since puberty. And when backing Dixies Emily Erwin and Martie Seidel fly in with their floaty harmonies, the insistence on immediate, physical fun flies in the face of a genre where songwriters’ moral compasses often seem twisted by Pat Buchanan.
Jon Dolan lives in Minneapolis and writes for several publications, including Spin, City Pages and barnes&noble.com. His reviews of the top albums on the Billboard 200 appear in Salon every week. More Jon Dolan.




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