Two decades ago, The Notorious B.I.G. found enough within him and his cerebral to create a rap album that many feel is rawer and superior to the double disc album that followed suit. Yes, Ready To Die/em> comes with the glut of hardcore New York City hip-hop strapped to its back; the mafioso crime tales more gritty and nihilistic. The overall closure of the album sounded more like the requiem of…
Me on Ready To Die
Dear Mainstream America,
Please stop discovering things that are already in existence and proclaiming it to be a new “trend.” Better yet, here’s a hashtag for you, stop #columbusing.
"my brain works overload at certain hours of the night. because i’m never satisfied with where I am. a risk taker always finding his errors not in the moment but after it."
"I can’t just fail. I hate the taste. And I hate trying and something not working. There’s a way to everything — I believe as such."
Flying Lotus feat. Kendrick Lamar - “Never Catch Me”
This is about celebrating the rap albums from 1994, arguably the greatest year in the history of the genre. This is not a difficult thing to understand, so I will do my best in the coming moments not to make it so. In fact, I will do the least difficult thing I can think of, which is to answer fake questions that I’m asking myself. [Read More…]
Shea Serrano on the art."If You Are ‘Waiting for the Facts’ from the Police, You Will Be Waiting for the Rest of Your Life - Esquire (via guerrillamamamedicine)
“Waiting for all the facts to come in” is a common trope whenever there’s a racially charged, or politically tendentious story in the news that captures all of our attention. In theory, it’s an appeal to some unreachable, platonic model of journalistic balance, the type of “some say, others say” equivocating that comprises most of the work done by our milquetoast national media. This myth presumes that the truth in any story must fall in the exact center of some probability distribution equation between either extreme. It assumes that both extremes hold equal validity, when that is almost never true.
There’s a more pernicious application of this line of thinking in stories like this, and it sounds like this:
“So, why didnt everyone wait until the facts came in before the went crazy?” one arbiter of universal factual equilibrium, in response to a previous Ferguson story on Esquire, wants to know. “Everyone just believed Dorian Johnson’s ‘story’ from the get go. Then every day or so the facts started rolling in—he had robbed a store, an autopsy showed no shots in the back, other witness accounts of the story detailing that he tried to jump through the cop’s window to get the gun, etc.”
It could have been lifted from the Trayvon Martin aftermath, or in the comments on reports about Eric Garner’s killing by the NYPD, or any of a hundred other stories about the dispatching of black men by authority figures. “Just the facts, ma’am,” says a nation of Joe Fridays, each a dispassionate observer here to sort through the emotional responses from the fool-hearty left.
Here’s a fact: Mike Brown, an unarmed teenager, was shot six times by an officer of the law.
Here are some other facts: “One of the bullets shattered Mr. Brown’s right eye, traveled through his face, exited his jaw and re-entered his collarbone,” the New York Times writes of the autopsy results. “The last two shots in the head would have stopped him in his tracks and were likely the last fired.”"
via Hear Raury’s Spacious & Ambitious ‘Indigo Child’ | Day & A Dream
the more i begin to think about what’s happened over this summer, the more it becomes a blur. not in the rules of attraction super monologue sense where I can only remember the drugs, the women and the narcissism but all that i’ve accomplished.
i flirted with the idea that maybe being patient for something (fine someone) more than a few hundred miles away is dope. then again, i always flirt with the idea of staying up exchanging texts about nothingness. doesn’t matter the time, just sharing seems worth it.
i drove from new orleans to alabama to see outkast.
i went to new york.
i saw one of my best friends get married.
i started at vibe magazine.
and i can honestly say, i’m not afraid about trying to finish this damn degree. not as if i ever was but, it’s coming closer and closer to fruition.
for the people in my life, who’ve grown closer and some even apart. they deserve acknowledgement too. it wasn’t as if i wanted to be so deep in love like the rest of my brothers (another is getting married in november, the other two are in good with their new relationships) but at least something.
and i think i at least got something. and it’s something not in that big k.r.i.t. kind of day. lord that statement is so accurate. “Besides she ain’t scared of lion tigers and bears/But she scared of being in love with me"
because falling is the easy part, landing is the hard one.
maybe brandocaldwell is right…