Recap: We Heard Erykah Badu's New Album Last Night




Last night we entered exactly what the Suite903 HQ looks like in our dreams: a small room with pillows, soft couches, dim lights, candles lit and a bar in the back. The reality was a little better than the dream, an intimate album listening for Erykah Badu’s newest record New Amerykah Part 2: Return of the Ankh. After having our phones confiscated (thanks to a disrespectful song leak that morning), we were left in the room to wait for Ms. Badu, who was running late with a sick child. By the time she arrived many folks were two seconds from going into catatonic shock, being unable to Twitter for 35 minutes. She joked about it as she entered, wearing the DOPEST AND LARGEST FURRY HAT WE HAVE EVER SEEN. (Think Andre Agassi’s blonde weave mullet, but made of fur). Not to mention her latex leggings, purple patent leather pumps and a body-hugging down coat complete with tutu skirt and a boatneck (Chrismukkwanzaa wishlist!). After imploring us to “enjoy the refreshments and white women provided," she lied down right next to us on the floor and we all vibed to her sounds together. Needless to say, the new album is beyond amazing. She described Part 1 as the left brain—“analytical, socio-political commentary”—whereas Part 2 is the right brain, emotional and sensual. As usual, Erykah tells an honest love story her own way using everything from pianos and live harps to Biggie references and her signature raspy wails. Don’t expect any “Call Tyrone”; this is an evolved look at all the angles of all types of love: obsessive, imagined, unrequited. In the end she sat and answered questions: everything from whether there will be an official tour (YES!) to which baby daddy she thought was the best rapper (we’ll keep that one to ourselves). The pivotal moment came when she told an anecdote of something her son Seven had once said to her, bringing herself to tears. As she put her head in her hands and remained in silence, one of the fiercest women on wax became, in that moment of vulnerability, a human and a living testament to how much her life has changed in becoming a mother, which made a stronger point than anything she’s recorded in the past decade. Valentine’s Day will surely bring many gifts and false promises of everlasting affection but we’re anxiously waiting for the 23rd of February when a real love story can be told.—Judnick Mayard

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Recap: We Heard Erykah Badu's New Album Last Night