Word: careys
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...strategic game is changing too, as networks leapfrog directly to new media with original shows. NBC could never compete on the air with Fox's American Idol, but this summer on its website, NBC is trying a talent search called StarTomorrow, produced by record exec Tommy Mottola (a.k.a. Mariah Carey's ex). Also this summer, Fox's animated hit Family Guy--resurrected on TV after huge DVD sales--will find its third (but probably not its last) life online with new episodes...
...some ways “Mimi” is manlier than previous Carey outings. Hip-hop impresario Jermaine Dupri produced the album’s chart-topping singles, including “We Belong Together.” Hip-hop is manly, right? It probably bears mentioning that Dupri is best known for his work with the pint-sized rap prodigy Lil’ Bow Wow. The kid is no Tupac, but he’s street, or at least pretends...
What “Mimi” lacks in street credibility it makes up for in soul. One of the album’s funkier tracks is “Mine Again,” a collaboration between Carey and legendary neo-soul producer James Poysner. The track is structured around a plaintive Wurlitzer melody; a killer horn section provides harmonic counterpoint; high-hat snares keep a steady rhythm in the background, and Carey’s five-octave voice takes center stage. The lyrics are standard pop fare, but Carey tackles them with surprising conviction...
...Mine Again” and “Circles.” Unfortunately, a majority of the album’s tracks are irredeemably saccharine ballads. The worst offender in this respect is “Joy Ride,” an uninspired torch song in which Carey likens the pleasures of love to, surprise, a joy ride—not exactly the most potent of metaphors. Worse, Carey attempts to overshadow the track’s weak production with an excessively acrobatic vocal performance. At times it’s unclear whether she’s singing or just...
...consummate club-banger: Dupri relies on little more than an Indian flute loop and an arrhythmic drum machine beat to craft an incredibly danceable track. The song’s beat is so hot that its occasional lapses into lyrical absurdity—at one point Carey opines, “these chickens is ash and I’m lotion”—are excusable...