I have been listening to Drake's Nothing Was the Same
on repeat for the last month. It cycles through the CD player in my car, and somewhat against my will, I find myself engrossed in Drake's monotonous raps.
On one hand, I love how thoroughly specific and confessional his lyrics are (his shout-out to "Courtney from the Hooters on Peachtree" in "From Time" is both brilliant and terrifying). On the other hand, the open-diary format of Nothing Was the Same
can feel lazy, as though Drake is wearing his self-awareness like a badge that gets him a free pass: This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it though
, he says on album opener "Tuscan Leather." Perhaps Drake's live show will clarify things.
Here's the man's latest music video-slash-mini-movie.
Ticket info here