Outkast – She Lives In My Lap

I’ve been on a new music kick for the past couple of months, so I figured I’d slow things down a bit and remind everyone where the kings lay. I can’t remember if I’ve talked about this on EMPT before, but I’ve been taking DJ classes for the past couple of months. It’s a decision that I’ve never been happier about, and I’m really thrilled about the outcome. It’s all about the turntables, scratching, vinyl, and on any given day, sweet and soulful hip-hop. My teacher plays an assortment of quality music whenever performing a demo, but he has a knack for throwing on some of my favorite Outkast tunes. Spottieottiedopalicious, Rooster…and this lovely work of art.

Whenever I talk about or hear this song, I want to make sounds with my mouth. Not word sounds, but more like the sound an attentive listener makes when engaging with good funk or jazz. I can’t translate it onto the page, but I think you guys get it. It’s usually paired with smile and a slight head bob that turns into a dive, particularly if you’re sitting down, the foot might be tapping so much that it forces the whole leg to start bouncing.


Or maybe your teacher plays this song in an attempt to show you how Andre 3000 broke every single rule of hip-hop not only on this track, but in this whole album. Sure it’s from a few years ago, but I know ya’ll can appreciate a timeless sound.

Forever my fiance…

I have to say, I definitely learned something that day about counting. Don’t jump the gun, and take it easy especially in the musical presence of an artist who takes their time. Wait for the extra long chorus and get a feel for what you’re dealing with — it’s a whole different monster. After all, knowing the rules then knowing how to break them, is how all music evolves.

Outkast – She Lives In My Lap