by Miles Raymer
Hua Hsu's write-up on Devin the Dude's new album, Waiting to Inhale, is the best I've read so far, for a couple of reasons. One, while he's obviously been won over by Devin's considerable talents and charm, Hsu doesn't give him a pass on some of the ickier elements in the questionable sex raps. The other reason is this paragraph right here:
"[R]ap has become a means to an end, and between pyramid-scaling CEOs (Jay-Z and 50 Cent) and rappers proudly uninterested in rapping (Mims, syllogist of the year, and Young Jeezy), a new kind of white-collar swagger has emerged—rhyming is a cinch compared to diversifying one's hustle. In the corner of rap's boardroom leans a Rip Van Winkle-like figure, Houston's drowsy-eyed oddball Devin the Dude. He grins broadly, for two primary reasons. He just smoked about 11 pounds of weed, and his ignorance to all of the above has resulted in one of the year's best rap records."
The joke's not as hilarious as it was the first time through, but it's still funny--funny because it's true. Devin the Dude smokes so much weed.