Ever get the feeling black Americans are letting down our brothers and sisters in Africa when it comes to musical inspiration?
Used to be, we would put forth a Dizzy Gillespie, and Africa would answer with a Hugh Masekela.
We gave the world James Brown; Africa gave us Fela Kuti in return.
Well, after the long, sad twilight of American R&B, wherein those two letters have lost all spiritual significance – (I say it started back around Al B. Sure!) – we and our effed-up record industry must take some blame for a young man called Ian the Kisser, and for his new single, “Rain of Wetness.”
Supposedly, Ian the Kisser is one of the hottest R&B/hip-hop artists in Ghana. With dreams of international stardom.
This song is horrible.
Supposedly, the “Rain of Wetness” video can’t be shown on TV in Ghana because it’s too damn sexy! (Ian the Kisser is nibbling titty at one point.) Sounds like a hustle to me. Anything to get people talking about something besides the music. Wonder where he learned that from?