No Faded Radio b/w Letting Keyshia Go

Yo, there is no Fader radio tonight on account of the Fader dudez are in turkey comas in various cites across the Eastern seaboard, but feel free to listen to last week’s episode, which I have dubbed “Faded radio” on account of the embarrassingly obvious Coronantics popping – and flagrant stories about Moby’s godlike omniscience. And also, me and Nick are going to see R. Kelly and Keyshia Cole* play the Nassau Coliseum (fka marine base) on Strong Island tonight, where hopefully Kellz will do some interpretive “Trapped in the Closet” medley and we will attempt to glean exactly why his publicist of 99.12 years quit suddenly with the press release that read, “He crossed a line.” I looked at her daughter’s myspace page earlier – she is young and cute and I was like…. yeah. Either that or homeboy asked her to lie on the stand. Kellz, what a hot mess. Like Murph sez, when Kellz ends up MIA (locked up or buried or Hughes-level agoraphobic), folks & friends are gonna come out of the woodwork with their crazy behind-the-scenes stories: “It’ll be like when Elvis died,” Murph told me.
*(No Ne-Yo – unceremoniously dropped from tour after 2 shows – which frankly is fine with me, having seen him perform thrice on last winter’s Scream tour and not really feeling his new album, oh blaspheme blaspheme blaspheme.)
(Keyshia’s new album is not that hot, either, but ol girl is a terrific live performer, a half-step off-key and wholly-emotionally-in-it in that same way Ms. J. Blige is, and I cannot resist the old stuff – “Down & Dirty,” “I Just Want it to be Over,” “I Changed My Mind,” “I Thought You Had My Back” – That shit is soul-candy for the overly romantic and too-oft-spurned-and-burned, heart-food for the tender-but-fierce, of which I am all, I think. Keyshia is the realness, the realest, and that’s why ya love her. And it’s not that she’s not in her new album – it’s just that the producing and songwriting is in-the-box booty, like her execs were scared she wasn’t gonna reign in the grown listeners, so they had to mime like she was Mary – I’m lookin at you Darkchild, who recycled the beat, tone and melody for “ENough Cryin” (MJB) right into “Shoulda Let You Go” (K.Cole).
I love Keyshia Cole. But damned if I can’t watch her reality show this season – it’s way too fucking depressing – I had to turn off last week’s episode after the part where her sister Neffie goes to the ob-gyn to see if she has AIDS from her drug-using manfriend, and then finds out she’s actually pregnant with her fourth child by said druggie boyf, and she’s crying while driving down the hwy cause Keysh (who is meanwhile talking dudes and drinkin margs with her girlfriends beachside), hasn’t called her… I’m like… it just feels invasive and exploitive, honestly. Like keep the focus on Keysh and leave the sad intimate micro-details of her family to privacy. That’s how I feel. But I hope they’re getting paid a shitload of money.