Diddy Dirty Money - Coming Home.
I’ve been enjoying this album a great deal over the last two weeks (yes I am a DINOSAUR that still uses ancient disc-based media to acquire albums, which is why I rarely bother with them these days*). I didn’t like this song much at first, until I clicked what Sean was really moaning about when he disses Smokey Robinson. It’s not “Tears of a Clown” itself he finds fault with, it’s his own reaction to the song and the guilty feelings it triggers. That will teach me to not pay attention to lyrics past the opening line. I still dislike “Coming Home” as a song (melody, arrangement, Skylar’s Dido-esque vocal) but I keep listening to the song so I can react to Sean reacting to Smokey (and Dionne and those dudes that did “Ain’t No Stopping Us Now”). Pop music is a strange and complex beast! Let’s see what he’s up to in the video…
Well for a start, a song set within the concept-album-sphere of Northern Europe should definitely have a video where it is GREY and/or RAINING. Minus 10 points there! But Sean’s trudge through his burnt-out memories is suitably grim, plus Dawn and Kalenna walking behind him like vultures waiting for him to die of misery so they can pounce on his corpse. As members of the band they obviously deserve more respect than the random leggy girls draped over Diddy’s smoking furniture. This is indicated by them wearing Trousers. Hmmm.
However we only get a very brief glimpse of the buxom lasses in question! It’s strange having that tiny nod to trad hip-hop/RnB tropes when Last Train To Paris is certainly not a trad hip-hop/RnB album - it’s almost as if the girls aren’t there at all, they’re just a mirage in Sean’s mind as he picks his way through his baggage. When Dawn and Kalenna walk past in his footsteps, the girls and the random detritus are gone. Subtle details underneath a glossy sheen is entirely what this album is about**.
*Also I can’t work out how to sync iTunes playlists with my phone without wiping my Angry Birds score, despite having a Computer Science degree.
**Like them wearing seatbelts in the helicopter. Very sensible and grown-up.