22 mai 2010, 1h56m
Patience. It is an elusive thing to me these days. I mean, who really wants to wait for things? Not in a world where everything is pre-packaged and bit-torrented , right? Well. . . yes and no. Sure, if I have just downed a liter of water after hot yoga, there is no enlightenment to be found in me standing around jittery with my legs crossed while I hold my bladder. However, there are some things, believe it or not, that are worth putting in the extra effort to wait for. Think, for instance, of that hearty stew simmering away for eight-plus hours. The smells waft through the air tempting you to prematurely pull it off the stove and chow down. You know good and well that if you do give in you are missing out on that special and mysterious coagulation of juices and veggies that stew is - so you find the willpower to chill. And a couple of hours later, there you are laid out on the couch, completely stuffed and pleased. Well, I experienced this feeling all thanks to Janelle Monáe
and her official major label full length debut The ArchAndroid
Like that stomach-busting stew, The ArchAndroid
is mad bloated, but you don't mind it because it is so, so good. And completely worth waiting for. Yes, I waited. No pre-release streams, no leaks and sneak peeks - none of that stuff. It was hard, but before I knew it the proper release date (05.18.10) had arrived. It turned out that I had to wait a little longer than I wanted because Amazon was late shipping, but no big deal.
My ritual began as it always does. First I ripped at the edges of the plastic and then hurriedly pulled that annoying ass tape/barcode label thingy that is always at the top of the CD off as much as I could in order to pry the jewel case open. After that I read through the liner notes, which was the kitschy and weird experience I expected . After that I jumped in the car, gently inserted the disc, and off I went on a long drive down Rt. 30 from Philly to Lancaster. I was completely enthralled and satisfied by what I was hearing. So many musical risks paying off again and again to create this melange that had me lifted for the whole drive. By the end, I felt the peace of delayed gratification. I was reminded that music, in its purest form, should cultivate the desire for patience. The payoff doesn't need to be instantaneous - it shouldn't be anyway.
So, yeah . . . sometimes patience pays off. Actually - it almost always does.