National R&B/soul act
Lauryn Hill
Sad girl
See, it's like this -- sometimes
you find out that what sustained you in Jerusalem and Jamaica won't get you
through the night in Jersey. Sometimes you can't bleed that -sucka-MC
ex-boyfriend out of your heart, and he won't give up that reciprocity you've
been longing for. When romantic fatalism pulls against nostalgia pulls against
idealistic conscious-rap doctrine, hearts go through the breaks like Stax
session drummers. That's Lauryn Hill's The Miseducation of
. . . (Columbia), '98s most rewarding sad record, on which Lauryn
hopscotches sonic boundaries like it ain't no thing, engages with feelings most
hip-hop (or R&B, reggae, funk, etc.) can't or won't take on, but still
(tragically) ends up back home, trying to get some emotionally unevolved
hardrock to open up. "That's when I realized I was pumping too much Al Green,"
she seems to sigh between every track. Back to the drawing board.
The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
The Official Lauryn Hill page
A bio and info on Lauryn Hill from Rolling Stone
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