ON her solo debut album, ''The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill,'' the rapper, singer and visionary artist Lauryn Hill imagines herself as part of a very old story. It transcends her own year-old life, as stimulating as that may be with the success of her hip-hop group, the Fugees, her highly promising career as a musician and producer and her personal happiness mothering a baby boy. And it eclipses the back catalogue of rhythm-and-blues, although Ms. Hill has established herself as a tradition bearer by respectfully reworking the classic ''Killing Me Softly'' for the Fugees' biggest hit, writing a song for the regal Aretha Franklin, inviting the funk-rock guitarist Carlos Santana to appear on the solo album and recording part of that album at Tuff Gong Studios, founded by the reggae icon Bob Marley. The saga that inspires Ms. Hill even surpasses the details of black American life that fill her work, right down to her album's title, which echoes that of ''The Miseducation of the Negro,'' a book that she probably read in an Afro-American studies class at Columbia University. Hill warns on ''Lost Ones,'' the first track on ''Miseducation'' and one of several rebuking her peers who ignore the hallowed sources of the music they mine. Hill assumes a prophet's voice because she genuinely believes that today's youth lose themselves when they forget that their material gains, their sexual prowess and their emotional well-being are all God-given gifts.
A big congrats to Lauryn Hill who just gave birth to her sixth child, a baby boy! To celebrate this new addition to her family, we thought we'd put together a fun Lauryn Hill playlist for your next workout! Ready or Not. Are you ready for your workout? Play this Fugees song as you warm-up! Doo Wop That Thing. This high-energy song off of "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" album is as thought-provoking as it is high energy! Everything is Everything. Another track from "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill", this track is great for steady state cardio.
T hings are not looking good. The 12th floor of the forbiddingly fashionable Metropolitan Hotel is awash with hangers-on and pan-European Sony personnel. The star at the centre of it all, woman-of-the-moment Lauryn Hill , is first 30 minutes late, then an hour and, when she does arrive, is surrounded by people ordering her food, tasting her food, combing her hair and generally getting in the way of any meaningful contact. I know this only by hearsay, as the star has been rushed unseen into another of the suite's rooms. Interviews are being recorded on digicam and attended by a battery of supervisors — a journalist's worst nightmare. It's doubtful whether the pre-match order to avoid all personal questions serves anyone but the record company's ends — leaving, were one to obey it, only "the product" as focus — but meeting Lauryn Hill could prove to be the ultimate, maddeningly fruitless diva encounter.
NOT him dragging Lauryn to her face. She deserved it though! I was such a huge LaurynHill fan. She inspired me to pursue a music career.