“Misery loves company. So does masturbation.” – Unknown I’ve been circulating Kanye West albums as of late. All of them. Yes, even that one. That one could be one of three albums, depending on who you ask.
Swaggtacular and the Beats: The Album that Never Was
AKA: The Single that Makes Me Weep AKA: Blame/Thank Luda Through most of high school and the first few years of my college matriculation, I wanted to be a rapper. As comical as that is, part of the reasoning was that I could actually spit, and I was around people who could spit too. Some […]
Editorial: Restaurant Jukeboxes and Other Fine Necessities
The other day I was fortunate enough to catch Sin City: A Dame to Kill For with a good buddy of mine. It was okay. Afterwards we went to get wings. The two options that immediately presented themselves were Buffalo Wild Wings and Hooters, and ultimately we picked the latter. We go in, we sit […]
Editorial: “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”
It’s pretty ridiculous how many versions of this song I’ve listened to as of late. It started with a distant memory brought about by the almost forgotten majestic beauty of Barry Harris’ music, then it transferred to the Platters, then it circled back to the original musical that it came from, 1933’s Roberta. In addition […]
Chinks In The Armor – Kendrick Lamar’s Glaring Flaw
Even as elitist hip hop’s golden child, Kendrick Lamar is as imperfect as any other skilled lyricist. Black Thought lacks the ability to be personable while Nas lacks a dependable ear for selecting beats. Lamar has a key chink in his armor that even the most impractical stans fans fail to acknowledge, despite mounting evidence […]
Weight in Words: Redux 