Nuff said, I’m out. Holla next week. Till then, enjoy the nightlife.
As a long-time follower of the sport known as battle rap, it’s not hard to imagine the future vision projected by the fervent believers coming to fruition
It’s hard to find levity of any kind in weeks like this; however, an attempt was made. Why not? Chilled Saturday, my born day, glued to CNN, monitoring the transgressions in Ferguson, Mo., so maybe a minute to enjoy this fine August weather was in order.
Understanding why the chasm is growing wider between today’s youth and the previous generation—I guess now I’m part of the latter—is perplexing, especially when we, the previous generation, laid the groundwork for the culture that young people have so dearly embraced. You’d think a little dialogue be broached to discuss the conditions that spawned the movement and what detrimental factors stunted the growth of the creators of the art.
Funkateers over the world can relate to the dichotomy that comes with the beginning of August. Aug. 5, 1983, reinforcement of his legacy was added with the “Cold Blooded” release of his then-seventh studio album. Like the previous sixth, it also went on to at least gold.
It’s puzzling how audiences have not been able to definitively quantify what makes someone the “best” in hip-hop. On my side of the ledger, it starts and ends with the word.
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.