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Mix-a-Lot: Visionary
an essay in appreciation 

Sir-Mix-Alot (SMA)emerged in the early nineties under the light of a great gimmick never before explored in the world of radio-friendly rap music. His songs were simple and explicit appreciations of the female ass. SMA passed quickly through the top 40 with his hit "Rumpshaker", which ironically served as counter to the dirge laden "grunge" also emmenating from his hometown of Seattle at the time. Little did we know that time would again tell the real story, and that in the end it would be SMA's inspired songwriting that would leave the timeless mark on the world of music. 

His songs always opened fast and hard, cutting to the chase that his narrator was so preoccupied with:

Kick it, lick it, watch where I stick it 
Face down while I punch your ticket 

Punching the ticket is one of many artful and wordy expressions SMA used to voice his desire to penetrate the anus with his penis. At the time, moderate feminists were quick to jump on his case, saying that "face down" was degrading. When SMA later explained that it was actually the highest art of the admission, feminists started siding with his "alternative" thinking. That thinking set groundwork for a common understanding amongst the masses that all forms of sexual expressiveness, even if violent, were complimentry because sex in itself was an art, and people and things being described within it are tortured and dynamic. SMA convinced the public that from actions and words stem understanding. The public decided context wasn't necessary and let him drop the next fat rhyme. 

Ride my king cobra 'round the world 
Wanna do ya girl 
Want ya pettin' my big black cat 
Blackberry jam don't shake like that 

His vision so singularly obsessed with pentetrating the anus showed a rarely-parelelled devotion to the art he earlier explained. A fountain of creativity, SMA was always up to the challenge of naming acts, equipments and players. King Cobra, Black Cat, Zuchini all managed to communicate a sense of pride. He spoke to people who felt shamed for their real inclinations. Mix-Alot was quoted in the July 95 issue of option

"Its all like writing a book, only the characters aren't neccessarily people. Instead of using greed to describe a person, i'm using it to describe a verb. Or in some cases, i'll use, you know, metaphors. People think they come easily but communicating how bad the narrator wants the ass isn't something that just happens," said SMA.

"It needs to be particular to that bitch," he continues, "or else people can't feel it the same without the real vibe."

SMA penned songs that were not relegated to one strict level. His creativity and imagination not only belnded mood, but often prescribed unthinkables. His narrator gave off confidence like spare change for the needy. 

If your booty's extra-large, I'll bring the funk 
Wanna see some extra luggage in the trunk. 

The songs were about structure as well. Something completely new. He was never hesitant to bring his vocabulary down for a playful accessibilty. Witness:

Who's afraid of my big bad weenie 
Rub it and see if it's got a genie 
Gonna make disappear this 10-inch zucchini 
Just like Houdini 

But where was this lasting impression? Well, the groundbreaking has been done, and no one has yet to realize the magnitude of it all. SMA was the first artist to be able to write within a specific topic consistently while still managing to speak symbolic measures of the world. Song after song was written... ass ass ass. People realized it wasn't a gimmick and lost interest. Rather telling that appreciation wanes when they realize the force is permanent. 

Wanna see yo' butt cheeks flappin' 
Mix want the honeys with the big back doors 

See, the narrator is rapping as much about anal sex as he is about dreaming. Flapping butt cheeks are what we all dream about. Not specifically. But for the narrator, asses hold the key, and the key is infinitely glorious is is is being waved from the unthinkable flapping butt. You as a professor dream of the TA who doesn't ask questions. In this confessional by SMA, he admits to what he wants and further commits to chasing that down. By the time the song is over, the narrator sounds like a driven man, set on getting what he wants. The motivation is there, and only time is in the way. He declares:

So drop them drawers, whores. Unh. 

Sir Mix Alot was recently dropped from the American Records label. He may be gone but the lasting impression of his single world, seperate levels and his dedications and exploration within will hold themselves as references for all futures. Unh.

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The end of the peel...  ... junk thrown out where you buy junk