On the Radio (Way Back): Another Bad Creation

The other day I heard the name “Aisha” a few times in public. It wasn’t the name that struck me so much as the pronunciation–the trisyllabic “Ay-eee-sha” instead of the di-syllabic dipthonged “Ay-sha”. I found that I was shaking my head and a little confused because suddenly I was hearing a song in my head that was nearing 25 years old.

Before Kris Kross made us jump and long before Lil’ Wayne or Lil’ Bow Bow came on the stage, the tween rappers of Another Bad Creation were rocking my world. As embarrassing as it is to recall now, I can distinctly remember listening to this album in alternation with DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince’s Summertime. The brightness and optimism that can only belong to child stars is infectious. This song in particular reflected the simple infatuation that infects those just on the verge of adolescence

Another Bad Creation’s “Iesha” was better than their hit “Playground”, but both songs catapulted them into a sudden and surprising fame consisting of largely suburban fans, a commercial tour-de-force that followed in the footsteps of New Edition and New Kids on The Block. Who knew that the same kids would be listening to Dr. Dre and the Wu Tang clan just a few years later?

Another Bad Creation was the discovery of the erstwhile producer and sometime performer known as Michael Bivvins, the genius behind Bel Biv Devoe, a core member of New Edition and the manager creator of Boyz II Men. Like many performers from the period, Another Bad Creation disappeared. Like my youth, the act broke apart in 1993 and was never heard from again.  If anyone can tell me what happen to its members, I’d love to know. Wikipedia is ignorant.

On another note, there’s a very famous song called “Aicha” first performed by Jean-Jacques Goldman. I don’t know this song because I have some love for or knowledge of Algerian popular music. No, I know this song because of the web wonder Gellieman, whose artistic lip-syncing of this song brightened my day before the dawn of Youtube:

Gellieman. Dance. Dance, Gellieman, Dance.

Here are the lyrics. The first few parts of the song are a bit histrionic in performance. But when Gellieman dances, the whole world stops to watch

So sweet, so beautiful
Everyday like a queen on her throne
Don’t nobody knows how she feels
Aicha, Lady one day it will be real

She moves, she moves like a breeze
I swear I can’t get her out of my dreams
To have her shining right here by my side
I’d sacrifice all them tears in my eyes

They Had Me At Bel Biv Devoe (The Redz)

So last week, in a rare moment of spontaneity, my wife and I dialed up the babysitter and went out on the town without a plan. Now, “out on the town” means we went to a hookah bar five miles away from our subdivision and then kept looking at the clock because we were so tired. Yet, we felt way too lame to arrive home at 9:15 (because, you know, we’re afraid of the babysitter judging us) so we stopped at another exotic location–a bar called Sherlock’s, 1.5 miles from home.

golden tee

I convinced my wife to go in for some food. I really wanted to play Golden Tee. See, ironically or not, I hate golf but I absolutely love video game golf. Is this like hating sex but loving pornography? In any case, we were a little taken aback by the fact that the place was packed with birthday parties and the like and there was a band setting up.

We used to go see lives band a lot and my wife really didn’t want to play golden tee (even though she tricked me into going with the siren song of video golf!), so she begged me to have another beer and watch the band set up. As I surveyed the crowd I was skeptical–in the lone star state, you expect Jimmy Buffet wannabes and bad rock music at local bars. The crowd–mostly white and older–made me think that the coming band would be nothing but the same.

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