When I say there’s just something about an artist from Houston, I’m not being biased, it’s just solid facts. You see, being from Houston gives you a special type of appreciation for the unique culture it consists of. You represent it and wear it proudly, as you throw up the “H” and do the “Southside” in unison as soon as it comes on. There is a connection displayed so clearly amongst us Houstonians that only we can understand, so you know when Solange Knowles dropped her latest album, “When I Get Home” this past week, it added one more to the books on just how dope Houston really is.
This soothing rendition of Solange’s take on the cities roots and the evolving influence it has on her music, debut itself this past weekend and delivered so many references and vibes I couldn’t help but indulge in and embrace myself. Painting a picture with jazz-like eccentric tones, while also giving me chopped and screwed feels, she embodies the overall essence of this city in a very unique type of way, track after track, and visual after visual. The tracks pays homage to Houston royalty, Phylicia Rashad, Debbie Allen, poet Pat Parker, Scarface and the infamous DJ Screw (just to make a few), while the visual clips delivers a vision of candy paint dripping slabs, horsing galloping down the street, Houston downtown architecture, and bass banging so loud your ears could pop. People this, is Houston.
This thematic album has a creative flow that acknowledges self-empowerment, spirituality and abundance of black culture with a pinch of humor. “When I get Home” is a vessel that expresses the so called things she “imagined” Houston to be. This Third Ward Houston native has stayed true to her roots and its history, showing us that home will always be apart of us, no matter where we go or how far we’ve grown. Welcome Home Solo.