We tell many stories about James Yancey.
There’s the one about how in the mid 1990s, as Jay Dee, he perfected sampling and helped reinvent the sound of A Tribe Called Quest. Or the tale of Questlove taking inspiration from his drumming style for the grooves of D’Angelo’s Voodoo. Or the one about making the 2003 low-key underground classic Champion Sound with fellow maverick Madlib. But best known of all is the story of how he crafted the definitive beat tape statement,Donuts, while on his deathbed. It’s through these stories, and countless others, that we elevated Yancey after his death to the top of hip-hop’s production pantheon. Ignored in life, his oeuvre was lauded in death; a lifetime of innovations reduced to a catchy tag line on a T-shirt. In our rush to set him stone, we forgot that Yancey had spent his life advocating forward movement, not stagnation. The intent was lost and man became myth.
There is another story we tell about Yancey, about a lost solo album for major label MCA, part of a deal signed in the early 2000s at the peak of his brush with the mainstream. Yancey’s MCA album would vindicate his until-then shadowy presence and confirm him as the producer’s producer par excellence. But it wouldn’t do so in an obvious way, because for this album Yancey had opted to put pen to paper instead of finger to MPC pad. He’d rap, just like he had done with Detroit trio Slum Village in the 1990s. And the beats would be from producers he admired and respected. Beats, rhymes, and hype.
source:FACTMAG