first off, i've come to the realization that i'm deeply nostalgic. i can't help it. just like the annoying grandparent who claims that the music of their youth was the epitome of genius, i believe that the crap my little brother is growing up on is laughable and lacking in all possible areas. that leaves me with a lot to complain about. warning: personal anecdote ahead. last night the person who is arguably my favorite emcee was in the very city that i reside (note: chicago) and i didn't even think of going. anyone who knows me understands that aceyalone is the equivalent of a rakim or krs to me (all you "real headz" out there, don't take offense, i simply love the man's music and i'm not diminishing the importance of either rakim or kris), but alas i thought nothing of not being there and why? because i'm sick of standing on my feet for hours while the main attraction decides to lamp a little longer. i'm tired of being forced into small spaces with other humans who feel the need to exert their "hiphopness" by way of yelling lyrics, elbow throwing, and/or just plain existing. i'm sick of running into people i've spent months avoiding simply because we like the same music. and i'm sick of the post-show treatment given exclusively to those loyal fans who frequent hip hop shows in support of the artist who very often gives a half-assed performance not worth the paper the ticket is printed upon. that's right, i'm "hating" and proud of it. i can neither remember the last time i went to a hip hop show that started on time, nor can i count the number of these shows that actually left me with a lingering sense of joy. in general hip hop shows suck and muthafuckas need to step up their game. point blank. until i can expect at least a peek of the headliner's shoe before the dawn comes a knocking, i'll listen to the cd. hell, it sounds better anyway (most of the time).
I just wanna give BET the finger for so many reasons that I really don't feel like elaborating.
Their most recent move of firing Tavis Smiley is yet another example of why some of us are on
doctor-prescribed substances and depend on them for sanity. Bobby Johnson is cool
business-wise, but disgusts me as a human being and I hope he at least feels perpetual guilt
over his role in furthering the derogatory media representation of black people. That's it.
Donny Hathawaydied too soon.� Now, I'm not claiming to be the almighty keeper of tabs, but I think I can speak for a lot of people in saying this.� Stevie's still alive, we got to witness his peak.� The same with Jimi.� At least he left enough material behind to produce "new" albums at Tupac-speed.� Donny, on the other hand, didn't.� He left us three very good solo joints, a soundtrack, some live material, duets with Roberta, and some production credits, but that is not enough for me.� I want more Donny.� I hear his wife is in possession of more of his work and is contemplating releasing it.� All I have to say is, "Eulalah please, please do it and I hope I spelled your name right."� I often feel that if I had one wish in this entire world, I'd wish for Donny to have made at least one more album (not world peace or racial harmony---isn't that a shame?� i'm sick).� Anyway, if you are wise you'll go out and buy at least one Donny Hathaway album (I recommend "Extensions of a Man," but they are all gooooood), you'll want to lick the insides of my shoes, trust me.� Another thing, he doesn't have a decent website.� Somebody build the man a site for god sakes!