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Eli Day

Rapper Saba will perform in Detroit on Tuesday.

When Chicago rapper Saba takes the stage on Tuesday night, Detroit’s El Club is a traffic jam of bodies, with little wiggle room in any direction before hitting a member you can’t be sure of. origin.

But the atmosphere is light and almost festive. And what else could it be? Saba’s “Back Home” tour and the album it highlights, few good thingswere staged to feel like you’re opening the door to a room full of friends waiting for you to return from where you jumped off to when sprinting was the best you thought you could do.

Saba is still surprised at the outpouring of love he receives. A few minutes after the start of his set, he steps back and bursts out in shock: “It’s tight! We family in this motherfucker tonight!

The DJ takes place somewhere in the first act in a one-man dance hall. He throws his head back as Jamaican singer Amindi feeds the audience into the palm of her hand. Extending his own palms outward and then up, he laughs before stepping out from behind the decks to surrender to something much bigger.

Around the same time, the shoulders of a man to my left unlocked, bouncing and rolling uncontrollably and never coming home until the tunes ran out and the lights sent us disperse. Throughout, the person he came with shakes his head and smiles in the tender way you might as well do when it’s not the first – and probably not the last – time you have to make the most of the nonsense. of your friends.

Later, when Saba performs the single “Ziplock,” a guy in front of me puts his hand around a mate’s shoulder and leans in like he has a precious family secret that needs to be guarded closely. When the chorus hits, the words spill out with the passion that often follows when they finally play your shit and you need someone to know. The pal who owns the shoulder knows the game well and so he nods until our champion has shed the weight of his chest, or at least until he has to unload again.

Forced parenthood is tricky. But the whole scene is the best of what can happen when friends, partners, and strangers suspend disbelief long enough to create a temporary sanctuary together. You can tell how much Saba cherishes this and how much he needed it.

In a statement posted on his Twitter ahead of the album’s release, Saba urged listeners not to take the easy way out. few good thingsas the title suggests, was more than a unique experience, in the same way that no life can ever be reduced to its most unforgettable or fluorescent moment.

He had good reason to worry. In his last project, 2018 Take care of meSaba’s grief over the murder of her cousin and Pivot Gang collaborator John Walt draped itself around every corner of 42 brilliant and haunting minutes.

But that’s not it, he explained. few good things would not be a new vehicle to transport the same old heartache. This time you would get “the full spectrum of black humanity,” he wrote. As long as listeners come with genuine curiosity and are willing to see beyond the “grief, loss and suffering” that has obscured Care for Me.

And he’s right. few good thingshis third full indie project, is more than I can count.

It opens with “Free Samples,” a whimsical track that feels like gazing up at the sun through a forest of trees. At its core, like the album as a whole, “Free Samples” is a nostalgic tribute to the places he loves and the people who made those places spectacular. “I’m always nostalgic to see houses that my family has lost… When grandma was fighting for her property, she refused any price.”

Next are joints like “Come My Way” and “Make Believe” which reinforce the album’s key revelation as I see it: that, on the one hand, the things you feel most about a place – the poverty, the hunger and the close calls that you barely made it out of and the ones that so many others didn’t – are the creatures of a whole machinery of plunder perpetrated at the highest levels of power. And, on the other hand, the things you love most about a place are the good times that you and your loved ones somehow made out of the ashes of whatever debris you left behind.

I think a lot about this line from “Come My Way”: “Posted on the porch shooting shit / Had to run these niggas shooting shit / Wish niggas had shields “, because of the way the best is followed by the worst before being jumbled up in an alternate timeline. It says “shields” and just like that, every friend we’ve ever lost is made of steel and sweeps bullets like flies while the same jokes and stories we’ve told a thousand times but never We’re never tired of hearing the echo from the porch and down the block again and again.

Then, on “Make Believe”, he compares fortune to his grandmother’s daily miracles and finds that the calculation is indisputable: “I don’t care about a label / Yeah, they put a windmill on the table / but my grandmother really put the meals on the table!

At this point, each song carries him a little closer to home. Before entering the fast and propelling “An Interlude Called ‘Circus'”, he describes a bus stop on the west side of Chicago and asks the audience to imagine being there with him, taking all of our ghosts with us wherever we go. are. liked the most.

“I want to dedicate this song to John Walt,” he says. “I want to dedicate this song to SqueakPIVOT”, another friend and collaborator who was killed in 2021. come home ?”

At this point, it’s hard to imagine anyone refusing. Especially if we interpret “home” loosely. The one you return to doesn’t have to be the one you started with. We just hope you get there safely.

The hook on “Circus” nails that part about going out perfectly: “Ay, we never say goodbye, no see you later, no see you later / Ay, this Chicago, when you leave, we say be safe here.” ” Everything is there: the loved one. Departure. The plea to stay alive a little longer. And everything is worth going back. “Not to look like I don’t like it when they pay me, but every day in the basement we try to recreate it.”

Nostalgia is tricky, that way. Things become more valuable the further we get away from them. But few good things feels different. It’s like unmasking the machine that has turned against the people you love and the landscape their dreams are built on and still believing in what you can build together from the wreckage.

By the time he gets to the title track, it crystallizes:

“The grind never stopped for the working class, damn Birkin bag… Dangle a million dollars when oxygen was the mission / We just wanna breathe, we drowned down here for ages / We’ve turned a heap of nothing into abundance.

And it was here the whole time.

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