There’s been a couple recent questions about how I score albums, so here’s a guide with a few companion albums.
Can we do this now? Let’s do it now. “DNA.” is the best song of 2017. For songs released between 4/15/17 and 12/31/17 the registration deadline has passed. Everything else, thanks for playing. Kendrick Lamar doesn’t pick beef on tracks like “DNA.”, he transports you to a plane of existence where other rappers were…
Never quite got around to finishing these, so some choice heds and grafs. Enjoy.
If there’s anything that 2017 didn’t need it’s a new Drake album.
I changed the spark plugs on my RX8 yesterday, and they are so far inside the fender liner I’d compare it to asking your gynecologist to go in and change your eyeballs.
Earlier today, Gary Bettman took to the podium at the All Star Game Weekend or Whatever to talk about a bunch of crap that no one cared about by virtue of it being said by Gary Bettman. But one thing stuck out, and I am in quite a pickle to find myself in agreement with a mortal adversary.
After a nice holiday break, I’m re-opening the pitch line for contributions to the forthcoming hip hop book, as coauthored by you. To date, there’s 24 people who have identified a topic and signed on to write. And you can fill one of the remaining 26 spots with your story and get it printed.
Fuck off, 2016.
Many people (as in more than one) have asked me for my favorite song, or album, or whatever, like I’m not writing a book already (update soon!). I mean geez, guys.
It’s easy to be the “contrarian tough guy” when talking about The Weeknd, but the angle doesn’t work if the music holds up. And when the first, self-titled single for his new album starts with “I’m tryin’ to put you in the worst mood,” it doesn’t.
The ol’ “come out of retirement” trope is so fucking tired. It’s a dumb byproduct of marketing or narcissism, and it doesn’t matter which one because the results are uniform fucking failures as sure as the sun rises and sets. So two days after a disastrous election you’re reminded that the Tribe has a new album out,…
There’s only one thing that’s somehow more upsetting than a Trump Presidency, and it’s this unending, mewling response from neo-liberal “pundits” and commenters. And I am so fucking sick of it.
Boy the emotions sure are high for a random Tuesday in November. Need to cool off a bit? Celebrate? Hide in a broom closet to do some meth? Here’s the 2016 albums you need to really cement your desired aura on the most vexing, confounding day of the year.
Update 10/27/16: With this complete, the decision has been made to convert it to a book. And I want your submissions:
After 25,000 words on what hip hop means to me it’s getting the book treatment, and now I want 600 words on what it means to you – good, bad, or ugly. As a group we can tell a better story, and I’ll gladly post royalties for that. You – yes, you – can get your essay printed.
For all your main questions, let this be your primary resource. Broken down by section - sorry that I can’t link to the jumps or do fancy-pants coding.
Is this what the late 90’s sounded like? Just an endless playlist of Jock Jams on FM radio?
If this is going to turn into the lamest inter-city beef that’s ever existed, please fucking kill me now. First the Raptors, then the Jays, now Drake chalks up the third loss in the great 2016 Cleveland thwomping of Toronto. A loss is one thing, but this one came by default. A sickening, upsetting, wrong-headed…
So look, here’s the deal. I won’t go into a long-winded explanation on what makes it an important record, or how it’s good, or why it’s overlooked in the canon of Motown and Stax and Muscle Shoals and shit. There’s times and places to talk about Jerry Wexler and Atlantic and such. This ain’t it. I won’t make you read.
In fairness, there’s an obligation to point out that Westworld, HBO’s new programming cornerstone, is 3 episodes into a 10 episode order. That’s not enough to definitively call any show anything other than “an utter catastrophe,” which, Westworld is not.