The car that I have recently been driving these days unfortunately does not have a good way to play an iPod. Thus, I have gotten back in the routine of listening to the radio a bit more regularly. And I use the word routine very intentionally. Radio stations are nothing if not routine. They have simply just become a cesspool of the same stinking few songs with their insignificantly tiny and terrible playlists. It is hard to find any sort of real variety or anything of real substance on the air at all. Although this does come in handy when I am in my Ke$ha, T-Swift, Katy Perry moods (which let’s face it, I’m always in the mood for these ladies), the rest of my times on the radio seem to be confusing and frustrating. Even classic rock stations have such small playlists, that it makes them unbearable to listen too regularly. So, in an effort to rid us of these stale, repetitive tunes, I will now direct my frustrations into another segment of “This NOT That”.
Who ever decided John Legend should be featured on every major hip-hop release to come out, and when was this decision made? God, that’s who. It is true God rested on the seventh day, but in all actuality he spent the majority of that seventh day contemplating the creation of singer/songwriter John Legend almost 8,000 years later. Hit the jump for the main talking points of why John Legend was actually not a gift from God, but a curse.
I began writing some sort of weird farcical review for A$AP Rocky’s upcoming album, LongLiveA$AP. The premise was the album has already been delayed twice (the first time for a month until October 31, and most recently to early 2013), and I was ultimately going to bitch and complain a lot about delayed albums and how that typically doesn’t bode well for the album. In particular, it doesn’t bode well for an artist who hasn’t released a studio album yet and is the musical equivalent to a rookie quarterback in the NFL. Sure, you saw him dominate in the lower ranks, but the jury’s out until we see where the big label influx of production money lands our Fabergé egg talent.
I decided to scrap above premise because I couldn’t exactly figure out what track to take with the whole thing. Instead, I decided to do a big ole’ boring song review of a track that gives me hope that LongLiveA$AP still has a legitimate chance to propel my favorite young unestablished hip-hop prospect into superstardom.
Time to get your face melted. Not from some wicked guitar lick or an outrageous drum solo, but from the crazy heat of all these Hot Cheetos and Takis. A northern Minneapolis YMCA put together a local Beats and Rhymes program for kids in the area. Not only has this program seemed to have taken off in the community, but it just helped launch one group of kids into the world of viral stardom with one song. After only 2 weeks of being uploaded to YouTube the video is garnering over a million hits, and I have a feeling that number will drastically increase within this next week.