Nuff said, I’m out. Holla next week. Till then, enjoy the nightlife.
The battle rap genre has been on the clock for a minute, and the crossroads are in the crosshairs. Is it a sport on the rise? Has it peaked? Has the decline begun? Those questions aren’t designed with a year or two projection curves. Those are pertinent questions that are to be dealt with now.
"For a minute there, it was hard for anyone not to get caught up in the World Cup. The subject even permeated a discussion I had recently with an innovative young lady."
As promised, that “BET Live Weekend” was overwhelming, to the point that strategic measures had to be employed in the events you attended. If you guessed right, you were around when it went down. For the most part, I think we were in the right places.
The tomfoolery of last week threw me off kilter a lil, causing a major oversight to one of the premiere entertainment events of the year; however the return to the essence of an icon made it ok to revisit.
Generational gaps have been around for a minute.
In most instances, the slogan is along the lines of “Big Just Got Bigger.” However, on the weekend of June 27, the more appropriate slogan would be “Live Just Got Livelier or Liver.”
My people, my people: Black music ain’t going nowhere, no time soon. Even better, there’s a batch of artists who pride themselves on making pure, soulful music. Trust and believe that. Now that that’s established, we as consumers need to find it.
In April 1992, historic seeds were planted in the world of hip-hop. With the release of a single from a moderately successful motion picture soundtrack, the music world was put on notice. “Yeah and you don’t stop.” We were forewarned.
It’s a mystery how certain things get embraced by society like adages.
Here’s a scenario painted at a Bronx barbershop. It’s a high stakes poker tournament featuring the creators of the greatest hip-hop albums of the past 20 years.