More Theoretical Chapelle Sketches
ANGEL, DEVIL, JUICY J
Dave goes through life making decisions with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Except the devil is Juicy J and his solution for everything just involves getting trippy. This might work better if it’s the angel, the devil and Juice doin the bombay gin dance on Dave’s head.
Like Dave finds a wallet with $100 in it. The angel is like “return the wallet with the money” the devil is like “take the money, fuck it” and Juicy J is like “buy a fifth of gin, a dub sack and some pills and go get fucked up with whoever’s wallet it is.”
Or Dave walks in on his girl cheating on him with his best friend. Angel is like “talk it over, you guys love each other” devil is like “kill them both” Juicy is like “I got a better idea” and then cut to all three of them passed out with a blunt in the ashtray and a bunch of red cups on the floor.
THIS. YES.
I don’t agree with the angry, dismissive tone of this article, but I hate that I pretty much agree with everything in it.
If you HATE radio rap, then you DON’T LOVE RAP. You love a certain kind of rap, and that’s totally fine. But don’t say you’re a rap fan, and shit all over Waka Flocka and Kreayshawn and Lil B. Don’t say that you’re a head and you can’t name me five songs off of Overcast! or know that MF Doom was in KMD. It’s not a snob-thing. It’s a knowledge thing. I would never say “oh man, I love jazz!” and hold up my copy of Kind of Blue and think I had the right to give a definitive opinion on the legacy Dave Brubeck’s music after his death.
I do believe you can start loving rap, and go back and get knowledge. But for people who lived with it through its genesis and growth, there’s just no better replacement for perspective and awareness as being obessed with rap during its golden age, and even its “Old school” phase, which some may argue is not even the right word to call it anymore.
You know what sucks? No longer seeking out new music because most, if not ALL of rap journalism is absolute shit. It genuinely bums me out. For a genre that has influenced ALL of popular culture, a 100% American artform in its origin, and one that continues to grow and evolve with technology and culture in the most contemporary sense, we have no one writing about it worth a shit except for maybe like, Noz and Jeff Yang, and maybe Oliver Wang and Tricia Rose, back in the day Davey D, I guess. MAYBE. And I don’t even love everything from a couple of those people.
Side note: I was at a show/venue last night hanging in the DJ Booth with my friend, where I usually take over the controls and play every Triple Six Mafia song I can get my hands on, and I just want to say: God, Triple Six Mafia are so cool.
That’s my definitive rap writing for the day.
Tshirt orders swag swag swag swag [adamwarrock.com]
I honestly had no idea I would sell this many tshirts in my merch firesale. So I ran out of ULine shipping envelopes. I had to order more, they’ll arrive on Wed.
Sending out the first 50 orders by the end of the weekend. The rest will go out by the end of the week [hopefully]. You will [hopefully] still have them all by Xmas (not sure about int’lm planes and boats and stuff).
Why not grab a digital copy of the new EP if you haven’t?
YOMYOMF Blog Post - Growing Up Asian in the South…
Thanks again to everyone who supported the new EP & music video on release day. I debuted the video over at YouOffendMeYouOffendMyFamily.com yesterday, a cultural site created by Justin Lin (Fast Five, Community) and some of his colleagues. With the video, I wrote a lengthy blog post about what it was like growing up in the South as an Asian American, and how that factored into my complicated feelings about my hometown. Go check it out if you want to.
If you haven’t grabbed my EP, please consider supporting:
And don’t forget, I’m having a massive merch fire sale as well.
Yep
So you’re happily tweeting away as your Google self-driving car crosses a bridge, its speed precisely synced to the 50 m.p.h. limit. A group of frisky schoolchildren is also heading across the bridge, on the pedestrian walkway. Suddenly, there’s a tussle, and three of the kids are pushed into the road, right in your vehicle’s path. Your self-driving car has a fraction of a second to make a choice: Either it swerves off the bridge, possibly killing you, or it runs over the children. What does the Google algorithm tell it to do?
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| — | Interesting article on moral code for machines (link) |
