Scorpion said: DawnD said: Scorpion! You pay ME that much attention?! I'm flattered, really. Thank you. And, I'm quite aware of who's board the main artist is. I won't say it's PRINCE BOARD, due to his not claming it. But, yeah I'm quite aware of who the main artist is due to my being a fan. I realize there's no rules to speak favorably about Janet. And, there's no rules that I should agree with the unfavorabilit. And, I'd appreciate if you not tell me where Ishould go. I don't tell you to go to Beyonce's board. You don't have to disagree, but I don't have to agree either. I don't have to be prepared for anything. Just because allot don't like her shit doesn't mean others will not. I know, everyone isn't going to feel everything all the time. But, as some have opinions, so do I. As some voice opinions, so will I. Don't flatter yourself sweetheart, you aren't that popular. Anyone that has been following the Janet threads since the leak of "Feedback" can read that certain individuals have been acting like Janet's online street team trained to monitor any "negative" comment about her and you are one. The difference between you and I -- is that I don't act like I am getting paid to patrol what's being said about my favorite artists on OTHER artists boards. Name a time you've seen me prevalent in some Beyonce thread whining about what's being said. I'm not even that big of a fan of hers to go and do that. Nobody is trying to strip you of your right to have your opinions. WOW. But it doesn't seem to register to you that this is not janetjackson.org and never will be. You have been forewarned of what might happen when shit really hits the fan when the album leaks. So go get your rest now because you are gonna be on the internet for long hours trying to convince folk that Janet's shit smells like roses. Oh, well whatever deary. I don't comment too much on Beyonce due to not really being a fan. See, unlike allot of others I don't comment on folks I HARDLY pay any attention to. Now, that you've gotten all that shit out of your system you much feel five pounds lighter. Now, I'm wondering what exactly did i say or do to hit a sensitive spot in you. Really, I could care less who gives a shit about Janet or not. As long as I'M enjoying her, that's really all that matter to me. You know, ALMOST like how you enjoy Beyonce. But, again I will say what the hell I feel the same as you. And, whether YOU or some don't like it, um I really don't give a care. So, what's the next Janet thread gonna' be, I wonder. Can't wait to join in THAT one either. Don't like it, I don't give a... And, thank you Banks. You are so very sweet. I'm shocked my debating like others do on the org would turn into well, whatever the hell THIS is! | |
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DawnD said: Scorpion said: Don't flatter yourself sweetheart, you aren't that popular. Anyone that has been following the Janet threads since the leak of "Feedback" can read that certain individuals have been acting like Janet's online street team trained to monitor any "negative" comment about her and you are one. The difference between you and I -- is that I don't act like I am getting paid to patrol what's being said about my favorite artists on OTHER artists boards. Name a time you've seen me prevalent in some Beyonce thread whining about what's being said. I'm not even that big of a fan of hers to go and do that. Nobody is trying to strip you of your right to have your opinions. WOW. But it doesn't seem to register to you that this is not janetjackson.org and never will be. You have been forewarned of what might happen when shit really hits the fan when the album leaks. So go get your rest now because you are gonna be on the internet for long hours trying to convince folk that Janet's shit smells like roses. Oh, well whatever deary. I don't comment too much on Beyonce due to not really being a fan. See, unlike allot of others I don't comment on folks I HARDLY pay any attention to. Now, that you've gotten all that shit out of your system you much feel five pounds lighter. Now, I'm wondering what exactly did i say or do to hit a sensitive spot in you. Really, I could care less who gives a shit about Janet or not. As long as I'M enjoying her, that's really all that matter to me. You know, ALMOST like how you enjoy Beyonce. But, again I will say what the hell I feel the same as you. And, whether YOU or some don't like it, um I really don't give a care. So, what's the next Janet thread gonna' be, I wonder. Can't wait to join in THAT one either. Don't like it, I don't give a... And, thank you Banks. You are so very sweet. I'm shocked my debating like others do on the org would turn into well, whatever the hell THIS is! I like you DawnD! | |
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Rodya24 said: DawnD said: Oh, well whatever deary. I don't comment too much on Beyonce due to not really being a fan. See, unlike allot of others I don't comment on folks I HARDLY pay any attention to. Now, that you've gotten all that shit out of your system you much feel five pounds lighter. Now, I'm wondering what exactly did i say or do to hit a sensitive spot in you. Really, I could care less who gives a shit about Janet or not. As long as I'M enjoying her, that's really all that matter to me. You know, ALMOST like how you enjoy Beyonce. But, again I will say what the hell I feel the same as you. And, whether YOU or some don't like it, um I really don't give a care. So, what's the next Janet thread gonna' be, I wonder. Can't wait to join in THAT one either. Don't like it, I don't give a... And, thank you Banks. You are so very sweet. I'm shocked my debating like others do on the org would turn into well, whatever the hell THIS is! I like you DawnD! Aww, I like you too. And, I'm out! | |
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DawnD said: Scorpion said: Don't flatter yourself sweetheart, you aren't that popular. Anyone that has been following the Janet threads since the leak of "Feedback" can read that certain individuals have been acting like Janet's online street team trained to monitor any "negative" comment about her and you are one. The difference between you and I -- is that I don't act like I am getting paid to patrol what's being said about my favorite artists on OTHER artists boards. Name a time you've seen me prevalent in some Beyonce thread whining about what's being said. I'm not even that big of a fan of hers to go and do that. Nobody is trying to strip you of your right to have your opinions. WOW. But it doesn't seem to register to you that this is not janetjackson.org and never will be. You have been forewarned of what might happen when shit really hits the fan when the album leaks. So go get your rest now because you are gonna be on the internet for long hours trying to convince folk that Janet's shit smells like roses. Oh, well whatever deary. I don't comment too much on Beyonce due to not really being a fan. See, unlike allot of others I don't comment on folks I HARDLY pay any attention to. Now, that you've gotten all that shit out of your system you much feel five pounds lighter. Now, I'm wondering what exactly did i say or do to hit a sensitive spot in you. Really, I could care less who gives a shit about Janet or not. As long as I'M enjoying her, that's really all that matter to me. You know, ALMOST like how you enjoy Beyonce. But, again I will say what the hell I feel the same as you. And, whether YOU or some don't like it, um I really don't give a care. So, what's the next Janet thread gonna' be, I wonder. Can't wait to join in THAT one either. Don't like it, I don't give a... And, thank you Banks. You are so very sweet. I'm shocked my debating like others do on the org would turn into well, whatever the hell THIS is! But you DO care and it's showing in this thread honey! And why? If you enjoy Janet, then do that but don't try to tell us other folk like we are Janet sheep too. RELAX. I like Beyonce but I'm not her street team and she's nothing like my favorite singer. So don't think you can compare you and I and we are one of the same. Just respect people and their opinions....even the ones that aren't in conjunction with yours. Everybody is not rabid Janet fans, it's not the end of the world. love is a fate resigned memories mar my mind love it is a fate resigned Over futile odds and laughed at by the Gods and now the final frame Love is a losing game | |
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estelle81 said: banks said: That's how i feel... not the best video i've seen from her, but i love this track and momma was looking good in that red catsuit....these motherfucker's not gonna steal my joy PREACH!!! Yes. Now they fightin n shit..lawd. people do have the right to they opinions, but I just hate people that say one thing and then one person dont agree and then every1 change their minds Straight Jacket Funk Affair
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Scorpion said: DawnD said: Oh, well whatever deary. I don't comment too much on Beyonce due to not really being a fan. See, unlike allot of others I don't comment on folks I HARDLY pay any attention to. Now, that you've gotten all that shit out of your system you much feel five pounds lighter. Now, I'm wondering what exactly did i say or do to hit a sensitive spot in you. Really, I could care less who gives a shit about Janet or not. As long as I'M enjoying her, that's really all that matter to me. You know, ALMOST like how you enjoy Beyonce. But, again I will say what the hell I feel the same as you. And, whether YOU or some don't like it, um I really don't give a care. So, what's the next Janet thread gonna' be, I wonder. Can't wait to join in THAT one either. Don't like it, I don't give a... And, thank you Banks. You are so very sweet. I'm shocked my debating like others do on the org would turn into well, whatever the hell THIS is! But you DO care and it's showing in this thread honey! And why? If you enjoy Janet, then do that but don't try to tell us other folk like we are Janet sheep too. RELAX. I like Beyonce but I'm not her street team and she's nothing like my favorite singer. So don't think you can compare you and I and we are one of the same. Just respect people and their opinions....even the ones that aren't in conjunction with yours. Everybody is not rabid Janet fans, it's not the end of the world. Okay! Okay! I really wish I was getting paid to support Janet. Allot of folks wouldn't be able to stand me. Again, I'll keep voicing my opinion. That's not going to stop! It simply isn't. Deal or don't deal. But, don't come at me like you're cool when their were times you'd cuss folk out about Bee. And, I'm not your honey. I'm someone elses. And, don't tell me to do nothing you're not willing to do "which is respect people and their opinion....even the ones that aren't in conjunction with YOURS!" | |
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DawnD said: Scorpion said: But you DO care and it's showing in this thread honey! And why? If you enjoy Janet, then do that but don't try to tell us other folk like we are Janet sheep too. RELAX. I like Beyonce but I'm not her street team and she's nothing like my favorite singer. So don't think you can compare you and I and we are one of the same. Just respect people and their opinions....even the ones that aren't in conjunction with yours. Everybody is not rabid Janet fans, it's not the end of the world. Okay! Okay! I really wish I was getting paid to support Janet. Allot of folks wouldn't be able to stand me. Again, I'll keep voicing my opinion. That's not going to stop! It simply isn't. Deal or don't deal. But, don't come at me like you're cool when their were times you'd cuss folk out about Bee. And, I'm not your honey. I'm someone elses. And, don't tell me to do nothing you're not willing to do "which is respect people and their opinion....even the ones that aren't in conjunction with YOURS!" Please please pleeeaaaaase show me a time where I have "cussed folk out" over a Beyonce on this message board? I have to see this. You got me confused with another Scorpion or member if I have done that sweetheart. So now, all has been said & done...don't try to play online Janet-police after every comment (or at least mines anyway) and there's no reason for us to ever have to exchange again. Be Blessed. [Edited 1/8/08 19:54pm] love is a fate resigned memories mar my mind love it is a fate resigned Over futile odds and laughed at by the Gods and now the final frame Love is a losing game | |
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banks said: CHIC0 said: oops! i did it again..this time in a bowl of milk
seriuosly Chico, what about this video reminds you of that God awful song and video besides the red catsuit ? The first thing I thought when I saw her outfit in this video was her duet with Busta Rhymes, "What's It Gonna Be?", minus those cock rings she was sporting. That video came out back in 1999 and "Oops" came out a year or so later, so Britney copied Janet. Janet's only guilty of recycling her own stuff. The video is what it is and I don't think it goes with the song, but it's more creative than half the shit they play in heavy rotation nowadays. Prince Rogers Nelson
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estelle81 said: banks said: seriuosly Chico, what about this video reminds you of that God awful song and video besides the red catsuit ? The first thing I thought when I saw her outfit in this video was her duet with Busta Rhymes, "What's It Gonna Be?", minus those cock rings she was sporting. That video came out back in 1999 and "Oops" came out a year or so later, so Britney copied Janet. Janet's only guilty of recycling her own stuff. The video is what it is and I don't think it goes with the song, but it's more creative than half the shit they play in heavy rotation nowadays. Yes, I have to agree with this. There was a great article written after the Superbowl incident in which the author was quite harsh about Janet Jackson as a performer. But the author was astute enought to note that the career of Britney Spears is much more similar to that of Janet Jackson than Madonna, in particular her dance moves, sound, and singing. This article was posted on the Org several times. I think it had the words "Janet Jackson" "people are not nice" or something along those lines. Does anyone else remember this article as well? | |
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That wasn't bad. It didn't knock me out of my chair while watching it but it works for me because the song is FIYAH! The end was the best part. Janet still got them moves and it's great to see her showing them young folk how it's done. Go on Janet!!!! I'm not a fan of "old Prince". I'm not a fan of "new Prince". I'm just a fan of Prince. Simple as that | |
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Rodya24 said: There was a great article written after the Superbowl incident in which the author was quite harsh about Janet Jackson as a performer. But the author was astute enought to note that the career of Britney Spears is much more similar to that of Janet Jackson than Madonna, in particular her dance moves, sound, and singing. This article was posted on the Org several times. I think it had the words "Janet Jackson" "people are not nice" or something along those lines. Does anyone else remember this article as well? Britney's idol may have been Madonna but she's more like Janet Jackson than anyone else. at least performance wise. though i'm sure she draws from both of them to some degree. LOVE ♪♫♪♫ ♣¤═══¤۩۞۩ஜ۩ஜ۩۞۩¤═══¤♣ | |
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The video reminds me of Britney's "Oops I did It Again" but overall I thought it was okay, could have been better I think but hey at least Janet looks great in it! She was really working that red cat suit. I hope I look that good when i'm her age, hell I wished I looked that good now . [Edited 1/8/08 20:41pm] "And When The Groove Is Dead And Gone, You Know That Love Survives, So We Can Rock Forever" RIP MJ
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Rodya24 said:[quote] estelle81 said: The first thing I thought when I saw her outfit in this video was her duet with Busta Rhymes, "What's It Gonna Be?", minus those cock rings she was sporting. That video came out back in 1999 and "Oops" came out a year or so later, so Britney copied Janet. Janet's only guilty of recycling her own stuff. The video is what it is and I don't think it goes with the song, but it's more creative than half the shit they play in heavy rotation nowadays. Yes, I have to agree with this. There was a great article written after the Superbowl incident in which the author was quite harsh about Janet Jackson as a performer. But the author was astute enought to note that the career of Britney Spears is much more similar to that of Janet Jackson than Madonna, in particular her dance moves, sound, and singing. This article was posted on the Org several times. I think it had the words "Janet Jackson" "people are not nice" or something along those lines. Does anyone else remember this article as well?[/quote] You live by the pop machine, you die by the pop machine. The sleek commodity known as Janet Damita Jo Jackson DeBarge Elizondo Jackson has done her share of living and dying lately, often simultaneously. She’s been all over editorial pages and gossip columns; her Super Bowl controversy launched two phrases into popular vernacular (wardrobe malfunction; Nipplegate), and yet her latest album, Damita Jo, is widely perceived as a commercial flop and critical disappointment (even though its first-week sales were far stronger than those of recent releases by Madonna, Britney, Whitney or J-Lo). Radio has been lukewarm at best, and the hypocrites at MTV have all but banished her from their airwaves. For someone so long plugged into the machine, Jackson has committed one critical error after another — the Super Bowl fiasco, the staggeringly bad choice for a first single, a lackluster video for that first single. That’s not to say that the disc is an unfairly maligned masterpiece. It’s loaded with far too much dross: inane interludes where Janet burbles like a ditz, musing on island vacations, the origins of her middle name and whatever fluff pops into her head; the limp sex odes “Moist” and “Warmth,” which sound like they were penned and sung by some narcotized junior high school ho; an obsession with sex that started three albums ago and whose dividends are only rarely even semi-interesting. It doesn’t help that neither the “official” lead single, “I Want You,” nor the “leaked” single, “Just a Little While,” are anything other than album filler. But wait. Damita Jo is still better than most reviews and word-of-mouth would have you believe. Thank the producers. The whole thing is very much a retro affair, from the girl-group arrangement of “I Want You” to the infectious doo-doo-doo-doo-doo that opens the album’s best track, “Like You Don’t Love Me,” an attitude-laden, TLC-ish demand for a good, vigorous fuck (“You need to make love to me/like you don’t love me”) to the Vanity 6 homage in “Strawberry Bounce.” And “R&B Junkie,” the CD’s second-best track and likely candidate for club hit of the summer, has offended many detractors with its boulder-size sample from Evelyn King’s “I’m in Love,” but the gambit works in the context of a song that’s an ode to old-school soul music and the dances those sounds inspired. Meanwhile, producer Kanye West continues his midtempo winning streak with “My Baby,” while the lilting, aptly named “Island Life” is pure seduction set to a groove. Had some careful pruning taken place before the album’s release, the CD could have been at least a minor-chord “F-you” victory to the wolves nipping at Janet’s tits. Janet Jackson is simultaneously a minor talent and the unheralded mother-architect, for better or worse, of the current pop world. And though she’d be loath to admit it, her artistic baby-daddy is Paula Abdul, whose Control-era choreography has been the template for not only most of Miss Jackson’s moves over the past 15 years but for most pop choreography, period. (Producers Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis are the nannies who do all the unglamorous, necessary grunt work.) While it’s a conditioned reflex for mainstream critics to heap praise upon Madonna as the mold from which MTV’s pop brigade is stamped, the truth is a bit more complicated. What Madonna’s really handed down has been a bottle of peroxide, a palpable contempt for her audience and a refresher course on the ways in which white skin earns props for its bearers way out of proportion to anything they actually do. Throw in some marketing-savvy DNA and you pretty much have her artistic legacy summed up. Case in point: The pathetic, creepy, faux-lesbian kiss last year between Madonna and Britney was largely interpreted as a passing of the diva torch. But Britney’s career, like those of her countless clones, rather than being a youthful updating of Madonna’s blueprint, is actually the Clorox remix of Janet’s. Brit’s every head snap, pelvic thrust and shoulder jerk was first executed by Miss Jackson, with many of her videos being almost frame-for-frame replications of past Janet clips. Even the most successful of the boy-band wave — ’N Sync, Backstreet Boys — owe much of their performing style to Janet and her various choreographers. (Tellingly, when Justin Timberlake was in ’N Sync, he and his group bit Janet’s style hard; as a solo artist, he lifts shamelessly from her brother.) One of the most interesting aspects of the fallout from Janet’s controversial Super Bowl performance has been her subsequent psychological profile as crafted by a reactionary infotainment machine. Her every media appearance is prefaced with the news that her host has instituted a five-second delay, as though her titty baring weren’t an aberration for her, but the norm. Everything from the increased heat placed on Howard Stern to edited nude scenes on E.R. to the recently canceled Victoria’s Secret television special has been blamed on her: She’s been turned from the tapioca dominatrix no one could possibly take seriously into the stereotypical sex-mad Negress who’ll corrupt all she touches — or might touch. (One of the few critics to point out the race aspect of the media reaction to Jackson has been the Village Voice’s Richard Goldstein, who, in a recent essay commenting on the varying ways that Courtney Love and Janet have been treated in the press, opined, “Thank God, for Courtney’s sake, that she’s white.”) Pundits, who know they should be furious at something or someone but are too cowardly to take aim at the proper targets, have lumped endless scorn on Jackson for unleashing a puritanical FCC on us all. Aiming their vitriol at the agency itself would mean not only outlining the right-wing consolidation of media power in the hands of a privileged few, but also noting the Christian Taliban mentality of those who hold the purse strings and control the airwaves. In short, it would mean biting the conservative hand that signs their paychecks. Meanwhile, Jackson’s Super Bowl accomplice, young master Timberlake, has proven himself to be the bitch-made-pop-star you always knew he was. As though aiming to get his own chapter in Greg Tate’s book Everything but the Burden: What White People Are Taking From Black Culture, Timberlake shed all wigger affectations the moment he felt the heat of real controversy. He dropped the hip-hop gear, grabbed a suit and tie, and literally held his mommy’s hand as he strolled into this year’s Grammy Awards, where he all but burst into tears as he apologetically explained onstage how he’d been bamboozled into taking part in Janet’s shameful shenanigans. Poor thing. The real problem for Janet is that, in total, Damita Jo underscores her as the ultimate modern American sex symbol in ways she didn’t intend. As she cruises toward 40, she has to figure out what it means not only to compete with her own cultural spawn on a playing field whose terms are viciously youth-obsessed, but also what it means to be a mature woman who is sexually vibrant, sexually curious and willing to speak with candor about her desires and experiences. For Jackson, that simply translates into a cataloging of sexual positions and X-rated activities. With her breathy, multitracked voice as her calling card and primary weapon, and slight-to-say-the-least lyrics as the bullets, she comes off more as a sexually precocious teenybopper than a woman of the world. It’s not just that there’s no depth to her boudoir insights and philosophical musings, or that the bulk of her lyrics manage the unimpressive feat of being explicit and banal, but that she’s morphing into an aging porn starlet of the most tragic type — chasing relevance with ever bigger hair, ever bigger boobs, and a willingness to fall to her knees in mirthless, monotonous mimicry of sexual ecstasy. It’s like, after all the fucking and talking about fucking that she’s done, she has almost no idea what true liberation — or even pleasure — really is. I'll leave it alone babe...just be me | |
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Dance said: I didn't watch it, but I know it was thirty seconds of
ass titties, mumble about sex, robot dancing, ass, ooh baby, robot dancing, sexy stare at random gay actor, gay stares back, dance queens and assorted lesbians robot dance around Janet, mumble whisper ass titties, and end ghetto broadway act | |
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pennylover said: Dance said: I didn't watch it, but I know it was thirty seconds of
ass titties, mumble about sex, robot dancing, ass, ooh baby, robot dancing, sexy stare at random gay actor, gay stares back, dance queens and assorted lesbians robot dance around Janet, mumble whisper ass titties, and end ghetto broadway act It's funny because barely any of that was in the video "We may deify or demonize them but not ignore them. And we call them genius, because they are the people who change the world." | |
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badujunkie said: You live by the pop machine, you die by the pop machine. The sleek commodity known as Janet Damita Jo Jackson DeBarge Elizondo Jackson has done her share of living and dying lately, often simultaneously. She’s been all over editorial pages and gossip columns; her Super Bowl controversy launched two phrases into popular vernacular (wardrobe malfunction; Nipplegate), and yet her latest album, Damita Jo, is widely perceived as a commercial flop and critical disappointment (even though its first-week sales were far stronger than those of recent releases by Madonna, Britney, Whitney or J-Lo). Radio has been lukewarm at best, and the hypocrites at MTV have all but banished her from their airwaves. For someone so long plugged into the machine, Jackson has committed one critical error after another — the Super Bowl fiasco, the staggeringly bad choice for a first single, a lackluster video for that first single.
That’s not to say that the disc is an unfairly maligned masterpiece. It’s loaded with far too much dross: inane interludes where Janet burbles like a ditz, musing on island vacations, the origins of her middle name and whatever fluff pops into her head; the limp sex odes “Moist” and “Warmth,” which sound like they were penned and sung by some narcotized junior high school ho; an obsession with sex that started three albums ago and whose dividends are only rarely even semi-interesting. It doesn’t help that neither the “official” lead single, “I Want You,” nor the “leaked” single, “Just a Little While,” are anything other than album filler. But wait. Damita Jo is still better than most reviews and word-of-mouth would have you believe. Thank the producers. The whole thing is very much a retro affair, from the girl-group arrangement of “I Want You” to the infectious doo-doo-doo-doo-doo that opens the album’s best track, “Like You Don’t Love Me,” an attitude-laden, TLC-ish demand for a good, vigorous fuck (“You need to make love to me/like you don’t love me”) to the Vanity 6 homage in “Strawberry Bounce.” And “R&B Junkie,” the CD’s second-best track and likely candidate for club hit of the summer, has offended many detractors with its boulder-size sample from Evelyn King’s “I’m in Love,” but the gambit works in the context of a song that’s an ode to old-school soul music and the dances those sounds inspired. Meanwhile, producer Kanye West continues his midtempo winning streak with “My Baby,” while the lilting, aptly named “Island Life” is pure seduction set to a groove. Had some careful pruning taken place before the album’s release, the CD could have been at least a minor-chord “F-you” victory to the wolves nipping at Janet’s tits. Janet Jackson is simultaneously a minor talent and the unheralded mother-architect, for better or worse, of the current pop world. And though she’d be loath to admit it, her artistic baby-daddy is Paula Abdul, whose Control-era choreography has been the template for not only most of Miss Jackson’s moves over the past 15 years but for most pop choreography, period. (Producers Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis are the nannies who do all the unglamorous, necessary grunt work.) While it’s a conditioned reflex for mainstream critics to heap praise upon Madonna as the mold from which MTV’s pop brigade is stamped, the truth is a bit more complicated. What Madonna’s really handed down has been a bottle of peroxide, a palpable contempt for her audience and a refresher course on the ways in which white skin earns props for its bearers way out of proportion to anything they actually do. Throw in some marketing-savvy DNA and you pretty much have her artistic legacy summed up. Case in point: The pathetic, creepy, faux-lesbian kiss last year between Madonna and Britney was largely interpreted as a passing of the diva torch. But Britney’s career, like those of her countless clones, rather than being a youthful updating of Madonna’s blueprint, is actually the Clorox remix of Janet’s. Brit’s every head snap, pelvic thrust and shoulder jerk was first executed by Miss Jackson, with many of her videos being almost frame-for-frame replications of past Janet clips. Even the most successful of the boy-band wave — ’N Sync, Backstreet Boys — owe much of their performing style to Janet and her various choreographers. (Tellingly, when Justin Timberlake was in ’N Sync, he and his group bit Janet’s style hard; as a solo artist, he lifts shamelessly from her brother.) One of the most interesting aspects of the fallout from Janet’s controversial Super Bowl performance has been her subsequent psychological profile as crafted by a reactionary infotainment machine. Her every media appearance is prefaced with the news that her host has instituted a five-second delay, as though her titty baring weren’t an aberration for her, but the norm. Everything from the increased heat placed on Howard Stern to edited nude scenes on E.R. to the recently canceled Victoria’s Secret television special has been blamed on her: She’s been turned from the tapioca dominatrix no one could possibly take seriously into the stereotypical sex-mad Negress who’ll corrupt all she touches — or might touch. (One of the few critics to point out the race aspect of the media reaction to Jackson has been the Village Voice’s Richard Goldstein, who, in a recent essay commenting on the varying ways that Courtney Love and Janet have been treated in the press, opined, “Thank God, for Courtney’s sake, that she’s white.”) Pundits, who know they should be furious at something or someone but are too cowardly to take aim at the proper targets, have lumped endless scorn on Jackson for unleashing a puritanical FCC on us all. Aiming their vitriol at the agency itself would mean not only outlining the right-wing consolidation of media power in the hands of a privileged few, but also noting the Christian Taliban mentality of those who hold the purse strings and control the airwaves. In short, it would mean biting the conservative hand that signs their paychecks. Meanwhile, Jackson’s Super Bowl accomplice, young master Timberlake, has proven himself to be the bitch-made-pop-star you always knew he was. As though aiming to get his own chapter in Greg Tate’s book Everything but the Burden: What White People Are Taking From Black Culture, Timberlake shed all wigger affectations the moment he felt the heat of real controversy. He dropped the hip-hop gear, grabbed a suit and tie, and literally held his mommy’s hand as he strolled into this year’s Grammy Awards, where he all but burst into tears as he apologetically explained onstage how he’d been bamboozled into taking part in Janet’s shameful shenanigans. Poor thing. The real problem for Janet is that, in total, Damita Jo underscores her as the ultimate modern American sex symbol in ways she didn’t intend. As she cruises toward 40, she has to figure out what it means not only to compete with her own cultural spawn on a playing field whose terms are viciously youth-obsessed, but also what it means to be a mature woman who is sexually vibrant, sexually curious and willing to speak with candor about her desires and experiences. For Jackson, that simply translates into a cataloging of sexual positions and X-rated activities. With her breathy, multitracked voice as her calling card and primary weapon, and slight-to-say-the-least lyrics as the bullets, she comes off more as a sexually precocious teenybopper than a woman of the world. It’s not just that there’s no depth to her boudoir insights and philosophical musings, or that the bulk of her lyrics manage the unimpressive feat of being explicit and banal, but that she’s morphing into an aging porn starlet of the most tragic type — chasing relevance with ever bigger hair, ever bigger boobs, and a willingness to fall to her knees in mirthless, monotonous mimicry of sexual ecstasy. It’s like, after all the fucking and talking about fucking that she’s done, she has almost no idea what true liberation — or even pleasure — really is. That's by far the best article I've ever read on a "pop" star. There's not one sentence I would dispute. It's a shame that such an intelligent article could only get printed at a time when it was deemed okay to criticise this particular artist. The truth should be spoken at all times, not just when it happens to coincide with the general mood. “The man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them, inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.”
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midnightmover said: badujunkie said: You live by the pop machine, you die by the pop machine. The sleek commodity known as Janet Damita Jo Jackson DeBarge Elizondo Jackson has done her share of living and dying lately, often simultaneously. She’s been all over editorial pages and gossip columns; her Super Bowl controversy launched two phrases into popular vernacular (wardrobe malfunction; Nipplegate), and yet her latest album, Damita Jo, is widely perceived as a commercial flop and critical disappointment (even though its first-week sales were far stronger than those of recent releases by Madonna, Britney, Whitney or J-Lo). Radio has been lukewarm at best, and the hypocrites at MTV have all but banished her from their airwaves. For someone so long plugged into the machine, Jackson has committed one critical error after another — the Super Bowl fiasco, the staggeringly bad choice for a first single, a lackluster video for that first single.
That’s not to say that the disc is an unfairly maligned masterpiece. It’s loaded with far too much dross: inane interludes where Janet burbles like a ditz, musing on island vacations, the origins of her middle name and whatever fluff pops into her head; the limp sex odes “Moist” and “Warmth,” which sound like they were penned and sung by some narcotized junior high school ho; an obsession with sex that started three albums ago and whose dividends are only rarely even semi-interesting. It doesn’t help that neither the “official” lead single, “I Want You,” nor the “leaked” single, “Just a Little While,” are anything other than album filler. But wait. Damita Jo is still better than most reviews and word-of-mouth would have you believe. Thank the producers. The whole thing is very much a retro affair, from the girl-group arrangement of “I Want You” to the infectious doo-doo-doo-doo-doo that opens the album’s best track, “Like You Don’t Love Me,” an attitude-laden, TLC-ish demand for a good, vigorous fuck (“You need to make love to me/like you don’t love me”) to the Vanity 6 homage in “Strawberry Bounce.” And “R&B Junkie,” the CD’s second-best track and likely candidate for club hit of the summer, has offended many detractors with its boulder-size sample from Evelyn King’s “I’m in Love,” but the gambit works in the context of a song that’s an ode to old-school soul music and the dances those sounds inspired. Meanwhile, producer Kanye West continues his midtempo winning streak with “My Baby,” while the lilting, aptly named “Island Life” is pure seduction set to a groove. Had some careful pruning taken place before the album’s release, the CD could have been at least a minor-chord “F-you” victory to the wolves nipping at Janet’s tits. Janet Jackson is simultaneously a minor talent and the unheralded mother-architect, for better or worse, of the current pop world. And though she’d be loath to admit it, her artistic baby-daddy is Paula Abdul, whose Control-era choreography has been the template for not only most of Miss Jackson’s moves over the past 15 years but for most pop choreography, period. (Producers Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis are the nannies who do all the unglamorous, necessary grunt work.) While it’s a conditioned reflex for mainstream critics to heap praise upon Madonna as the mold from which MTV’s pop brigade is stamped, the truth is a bit more complicated. What Madonna’s really handed down has been a bottle of peroxide, a palpable contempt for her audience and a refresher course on the ways in which white skin earns props for its bearers way out of proportion to anything they actually do. Throw in some marketing-savvy DNA and you pretty much have her artistic legacy summed up. Case in point: The pathetic, creepy, faux-lesbian kiss last year between Madonna and Britney was largely interpreted as a passing of the diva torch. But Britney’s career, like those of her countless clones, rather than being a youthful updating of Madonna’s blueprint, is actually the Clorox remix of Janet’s. Brit’s every head snap, pelvic thrust and shoulder jerk was first executed by Miss Jackson, with many of her videos being almost frame-for-frame replications of past Janet clips. Even the most successful of the boy-band wave — ’N Sync, Backstreet Boys — owe much of their performing style to Janet and her various choreographers. (Tellingly, when Justin Timberlake was in ’N Sync, he and his group bit Janet’s style hard; as a solo artist, he lifts shamelessly from her brother.) One of the most interesting aspects of the fallout from Janet’s controversial Super Bowl performance has been her subsequent psychological profile as crafted by a reactionary infotainment machine. Her every media appearance is prefaced with the news that her host has instituted a five-second delay, as though her titty baring weren’t an aberration for her, but the norm. Everything from the increased heat placed on Howard Stern to edited nude scenes on E.R. to the recently canceled Victoria’s Secret television special has been blamed on her: She’s been turned from the tapioca dominatrix no one could possibly take seriously into the stereotypical sex-mad Negress who’ll corrupt all she touches — or might touch. (One of the few critics to point out the race aspect of the media reaction to Jackson has been the Village Voice’s Richard Goldstein, who, in a recent essay commenting on the varying ways that Courtney Love and Janet have been treated in the press, opined, “Thank God, for Courtney’s sake, that she’s white.”) Pundits, who know they should be furious at something or someone but are too cowardly to take aim at the proper targets, have lumped endless scorn on Jackson for unleashing a puritanical FCC on us all. Aiming their vitriol at the agency itself would mean not only outlining the right-wing consolidation of media power in the hands of a privileged few, but also noting the Christian Taliban mentality of those who hold the purse strings and control the airwaves. In short, it would mean biting the conservative hand that signs their paychecks. Meanwhile, Jackson’s Super Bowl accomplice, young master Timberlake, has proven himself to be the bitch-made-pop-star you always knew he was. As though aiming to get his own chapter in Greg Tate’s book Everything but the Burden: What White People Are Taking From Black Culture, Timberlake shed all wigger affectations the moment he felt the heat of real controversy. He dropped the hip-hop gear, grabbed a suit and tie, and literally held his mommy’s hand as he strolled into this year’s Grammy Awards, where he all but burst into tears as he apologetically explained onstage how he’d been bamboozled into taking part in Janet’s shameful shenanigans. Poor thing. The real problem for Janet is that, in total, Damita Jo underscores her as the ultimate modern American sex symbol in ways she didn’t intend. As she cruises toward 40, she has to figure out what it means not only to compete with her own cultural spawn on a playing field whose terms are viciously youth-obsessed, but also what it means to be a mature woman who is sexually vibrant, sexually curious and willing to speak with candor about her desires and experiences. For Jackson, that simply translates into a cataloging of sexual positions and X-rated activities. With her breathy, multitracked voice as her calling card and primary weapon, and slight-to-say-the-least lyrics as the bullets, she comes off more as a sexually precocious teenybopper than a woman of the world. It’s not just that there’s no depth to her boudoir insights and philosophical musings, or that the bulk of her lyrics manage the unimpressive feat of being explicit and banal, but that she’s morphing into an aging porn starlet of the most tragic type — chasing relevance with ever bigger hair, ever bigger boobs, and a willingness to fall to her knees in mirthless, monotonous mimicry of sexual ecstasy. It’s like, after all the fucking and talking about fucking that she’s done, she has almost no idea what true liberation — or even pleasure — really is. That's by far the best article I've ever read on a "pop" star. There's not one sentence I would dispute. It's a shame that such an intelligent article could only get printed at a time when it was deemed okay to criticise this particular artist. The truth should be spoken at all times, not just when it happens to coincide with the general mood. My God, you would think that Janet's wiping out of a boob was the thing that made her evil actions so suspectable to criticize...as if she lied about going to an illegal war and that opened up Pandora's box...actually, if you think about it, Janet whipping out her boob prevented any criticism of said person being criticized. It's pop. Get over it. And any article that wants to criticize the album or call it a producers album and does not mention "All Nite" or "Slo Love"...come on! | |
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I don’t care for videos much the way I use to so the imagery has no bearing on how I feel about the song. It’s still a hot song, even if the video isn’t. Been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the jump off | |
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Janet has her strongest 1-week total ever on the Hot Digital Songs chart, shooting from 116-42.
116 42 JANET FEEDBACK 44302 39 31771 76073 This will probably qualify her for Greatest Gainer/Sales. Feedback is one of the few songs on the Top 50 to experience increased sales in this post-holiday week. [Edited 1/9/08 7:08am] | |
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VoicesCarry said: Janet has her strongest 1-week total ever on the Hot Digital Songs chart, shooting from 116-42.
116 42 JANET FEEDBACK 44302 39 31771 76073 This will probably qualify her for Greatest Gainer/Sales. Feedback is one of the few songs on the Top 50 to experience increased sales in this post-holiday week. wow LOVE ♪♫♪♫ ♣¤═══¤۩۞۩ஜ۩ஜ۩۞۩¤═══¤♣ | |
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they gonna run this down in the club | |
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Flowerz said: they gonna run this down in the club
They've already started from what I've heard. | |
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VinnyM27 said: It's fun for a campy intentionally strange video. I love the end part the best.
As for everyone saying "A Britney reject", the track not only is a hellvu a lot more catchy than Britney's two short verse wonders of late, but is kind of funny (fly like a pelican, heavy like a first day period...my Asian persuasion). Britney, nor her writers, have that much wit. THe best they can do is "Ms. OMG that Britney's shameless". What a snooze fest! [Edited 1/8/08 15:19pm] I actually agree with this. Feedback has some witty lyrics, which distinguishes it from Britney's stuff (although musically they're clearly tredding the same ground). Usually when pop stars have crappy lyrics it's because the artist is doing the lyrics themselves, but with Britney that's not the case, so I don't know what their excuse is. It's not hard to hire someone who can help out. “The man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them, inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.”
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