Alright, Pharrell, we'll call a truce. But cool it with the weird stuff, huh?
I’m just as sick of Pharrell as anybody else. The neon-colored diamond chains, the bandanas over the face, the perfectly-tilted cap, the head-to-toe draping in his own clothing label. It’s not that I’m jealous—I have all that shit too, I swear. It’s just that it’s hard to be a fan of an artist who’s already the world’s biggest fan of himself (unless it’s Snoop Dogg).
But you can’t really knock his producing—his and Chad Hugo’s beats made Clipse’s latest album
the best rap album I heard in ’06, and probably since then. So I decided to give Pharrell, Hugo, and Shay Haley’s rock band, N.E.R.D., a chance, by showing up at their House of Blues show last night. Honestly, I went expecting to be surprised at how good the show was. And that’s basically what happened. ...