In conjunction with the international tour of her feature film, How She Got Good, Meka Jean drops Ivy League Ratchet, available January 15, 2016, on SoundCloud and on sale  through iTunes. The four songs on her new EP are intensely personal, channeling the artist’s varied experiences (as an seemingly inevitable statistic, as an aspiring rapper, as a graduate student at Yale) into a refusal to accept the fates of black youth we see broadcast repeatedly on Facebook and Twitter. Always rejecting complicity with the status quo, Meka Jean makes art that doesn’t fit in galleries or museums, and her music rips through everything you expect from Top 40 radio.

Meka came to the art world late, after trying to make it as a teenager in the Los Angeles rap game in the early 2000s. She realized that the music industry wasn’t (and still isn’t) built for women—particularly women of color—to succeed. Even after going to audio-engineering school, she was told that in the male-dominated spaces of the studio and the club she’d be nothing more than a distraction, an inspiration, a delivery woman bearing weed and Hennessey, or, if she were lucky, someone’s jump off. 

In order to clap back and claim her own worth as a creator and a force to be reckoned with, she sought a career in contemporary art, looking at artists such as Kara Walker, Cindy Sherman, Andrea Fraser, and Adrian Piper. After hustling her way to the University of California, Los Angeles, and then to Yale University’s renowned master’s program, Meka understood, that the art world at large centers around the white and the wealthy, despite the critical acceptance of feminism and identity politics. She was still expected to perform in a way that affirmed, but never questioned, her perceived black femininity, and Ivy League Ratchet shows Meka Jean’s queer relationship to her body and to all the assumptions others have about it.

In “EZ Does It,” Meka Jean flips the hierarchy of polite white supremacy, demanding that we all check ourselves online while black bodies pile up in the streets of Cleveland, Chicago, Ferguson, and Charleston: “They tried to call me crazy / Call my people lazy / Then inundate me / Imitate me / You’re about a shady as a tree in a park / Lip injections and a black boyfriend will only get you so far, bitch.” Meka Jean demands her place as a triumphant female in “Fourth Wave”, all while snorting Adderall and sipping Aperol. Ivy-League prestige and exhibitions in Chelsea are illusions of success, but they still don’t pay the bills.

Meka’s experiences living in the South just one generation after legal desegregation; roaming the streets of Los Angeles; climbing up the rungs of academia; and trying to find herself in the music industry are all integral parts of her practice and her songs. She takes the languages of rap and art history and then deflates them of their power. “Girl your pussy got jaundice / My pussy be that bomb shit / Got your man doing what I say / Step-by-step like Fluxus.” She smashes together all the cultural expectations placed upon her and spits them out in an avalanche. Meka Jean finds power in her ability to code-switch—from the ivory tower to the strip club, from New Orleans to Los Angeles and Berlin—creating her own world since she doesn’t quite fit elsewhere. Despite Meka’s petite frame (she’s just under five feet tall), Ivy League Ratchet is a resounding affirmation—against all odds—of self, of existence, and of queer black womanhood in 2016. Each song serves as an anthem to tearing shit up or, at the very least, staying alive.





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