A bunch of friends, jokin’ around on the information highway, makin’ dick jokes.
Well, they’re actually pretty adept at defending themselves, but hell, I thought I’d try to help balance out the hate a little bit.
It’s kind of a race thing. And kind of a socio-economical thing. And a change thing, too — the Recording Academy is scared of change.
We could talk for days about the white appropriation of black music and of black cultural forms, but that conversation would get us literally nowhere.
2. Because let’s face it: 90% of Macklemore’s demographic are 12-year-old white girls from the suburbs.
10. SURFBORT!! SURFBORT!!!
Hint: a lot of licks.
Justin’s in love, y’all.
My earliest memory of Eminem is from the sixth grade, where an older girl played me his Slim Shady LP in our bunk beds at space camp. (I go hard, guys.)
His eleventh studio album, Write Me Back, is due next month (and I mean that’s fantastic because this homage was happening either way; at least now it can happen under the guise of relevance). Now’s a good a time as any to brush up on the eclectic, puzzling, oft-straight-up-questionable catalog of Kelz.