Thank You Das Racist
It was announced yesterday that rap-band Das Racist broke up. I have nothing to “say about it” – because they are friends of mine, because I am not a music journalist, because sometimes I think so much cultural criticism only takes us away from the art, from visceral reactions and un-researched contextualizations. Sometimes I think the only thing the Tree of Knowledge gives us is the realization that we’re naked.
Anyway, all I want is to thank them for the music, and to share it here with all of you, and perhaps take a moment so in years we remember that during this weird recession time in New York City three smart and talented people had a band called Das Racist and they made fun and meaningful and good music. And, like with anything good, they probably gave us a lot more than we gave them back.
So thank you. YDM dudes.
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It started with a right swipe, a little green heart. Tinder of course.
Though I acknowledge and appreciate the differences in human experiences, and while your heartbreak is (and always will be) uniquely and completely your own, I must urge you to consider that I have been where you are.
With his hat cocked back, body tilted away from his cane, and right forefinger pointing directly at his audience, Joseph Ducreux commands the attention of those viewing his self-portrait.
I was born in 1990; he was born in 1973. I’m 23; he just turned 40.