We spoke to Teyana Taylor for our current issue and, um, we're pretty sure she is the future not only on some "children are our future" but on some turn the 8 in 2008 on its side and right now is infinity and we are there and here and now and always. She is all places at all times, zooming past cool and sly. If you did not know, she has encouraged you to google her, because you will find out that we are correct and eons are colliding up in Harlem when she opens her mouth because there is little better. Take our word for it and/or read Teyana's Gen F after the jump and see some of Marvi Lacar's incredible photo outtakes.
(thanks to Concrete Loop for the audio)
Are you prepared for Teyana Taylor?
Story by Matthew Schnipper
She doesn’t need to boast—Teyana Taylor has other people do that for her. Taylor lacks braggadocio because she’s got facts. I’m a celebrity/ Go ‘head and google me, is one of her choruses, and when you do, you realize that she is. Or at least she will be soon. Right now Taylor is only 16 (“17 next month”) and without a single or a video. But what she does have is YouTube dance clips, an appearance in Jay-Z’s “Blue Magic” video, a deal with the Neptunes’ Star Trak label, a puffy little hairdo and a scrappy alto.
Slumped in her seat wearing winter flannel and eating an off-brand Oreo, Taylor matter-of-factly describes her rise. Though it’s a story worth hearing—one that begins with an Apollo performance at age seven and ends with her wearing the same sneakers as Pharrell—really, she could be speaking Finnish and it would still be mystical just to hear her voice. That big ball of husk shapeshifts across her debut album From a Planet Called Harlem, as she moves from slick staccato rap to proto-belting. Much of the album’s future-pop tracks were produced by 19-year-old Polow da Don
protégé Hit-Boy, though the Neptunes, Jazze Pha and Bangladesh also appear. Her choice
of beats is often the opposite of her voice—shiny and slick combine with hoarse and punchy to make teenage magic. A percussive punch runs through the record, from the boot camp drums of “Naah Mean” to the percolating pronunciation of “Traffic Stop.” She’s Snoop if he was a tiny lady, Ciara if she had multiple dimensions.
Though she may be the Princess of Star Trak, often enough Taylor puts away her
cool savvy to remind you she is still a junior
in high school, wide eyed and exuberant. “I
just wanna, you know, do different things,” she says, talking fast and hypothesizing with
glee. “My own TV show, my own cartoon, my own daycare. I’m tryna do it all.” She probably can, eventually, but she knows she’s got pop star in her blood, and with success bubbling up, everything else gets held. “What a coinky-dink that when it’s time for me to go to college, everything’s just popping off the way it’s supposed to,” Taylor says. “I been waiting for this for so long. I stand in front of my big screen TV with my microphone and have my own concerts. Sit on the couch and interview myself. I’m preparing myself.”