Until the most recent Superbowl, I knew almost nothing about Nicki Minaj. From what I’d pieced together from my favorite non-LoOG blog, I assumed she’s kind of a hip-hop Lady Gaga, except with a better sense of humor. She dresses like a space alien drag queen several tabs into a long acid trip, but seems like she’s enjoying herself, which goes a long way.
But then, there she was in Madonna’s disco-fabulous halftime show. And yes, she seemed to be enjoying herself, certainly compared to the self-consciously bad-ass M.I.A. (about whom I also know nothing). [Career tip for M.I.A. — honey, I realize that any attention is good attention when you’re trying to stay relevant as a performer. But flipping the bird during the show looks less like spontaneous bad-assery and more like a contrived bid for controversy when it’s also something you do in the music video for the song.] Furthermore, I found the way she modulated her voice during her part of the song kind of interesting and unusual. While I’m no great fan of hip-hop, it was a sound I felt like I might enjoy hearing again.
We had a friend staying with us shortly after that, and she showed us the videos for “Super Bass” and “Stupid Hoe.” Both weird, but both kind of interesting and fun. (The former video also features attractive gentlemen in various states of undress, which I feel contributes to its appeal. Your mileage may vary.) Not enough to make me want to listen to her music, but enough for me to say “I kind of like that wacky Nicki Minaj!”
And then came the Grammy Awards. I don’t care about the Grammys like I do about other awards shows, but I’ll watch them if they happen to be on. (As an aside, apparently this is the year when it became culturally OK to beat the tar out of your girlfriend, so long as you’re a charismatic recording artist. Guess you peaked too soon, Ike.) I tuned in just in time to see Ms. Minaj perform. It was… I don’t know what it was, other than “not music.” I found her other songs not to my taste but unobjectionable; I’d rather jam an electric toothbrush in my ear than listen to that one again. Plus her performance was bizarre without being fun, and inescapably inane.
With that, my brief flirtation with Nicki Minaj fandom came to a close.
So this week’s question is this — have you ever thought maybe you might like [performer/experience/event/art form/unspecified entity] for a short while, only to find that no… no, you really don’t like it after all? The more pronounced the brevity, the better.