The first listen is always exciting. That feeling when you catch an IG post or tweet hinting that an artist’s release is on the horizon. That’s when you drop everything you were doing; the mindless scrolling, abandon the work task you were half-assing, and you rush over to the streaming platform of your choice to scour through the artists’ catalogue in order to discover that new-new.
Brimming with anticipation when your fave drops a new project, the spidey senses start to tingle, telling you that shit’s going to be great.
But the 2nd or 3rd go-round? That subsequent listen is…
So, the other day I found myself listening to a podcast episode by author, Jeff Goins. His podcast, The Portfolio Life, has become a staple in my podcast diet, and if you’re a creative, I strongly encourage you to check it out.
Anyways, he spit the kind of game that shakes you to your core a bit. It was my epiphany moment the way it shed light on my own creative ideology. It was game-changing intel, and I therefore felt compelled to hit the keyboard with my take on Goins’ prose.
I listened to him spout about creating art from…
America stands lopsided on faulty foundations, but at this point in history, this is in no way a revelation. Just take a moment to look around, and you’ll witness the world that we’ve all had a part in creating. A world where your value is based on what you’ve done.
The consensus seems to be that your value is embedded in how hard you hustle or the degree to which you’re obliterating those goals you’re so fond of creating just to get what you want out of this life.
Apparently, we’ve put a great deal of faith into the belief…
A closer look at the songs on my playlist that have been racking my brain and my busted speakers.
My listening experience this week has been dulled by the repetitive sounds of Pandora. Lately, I’ve been flipping between the Summer Walker and Ari Lennox stations, both rotations of music that originally gave me life. Thanks to my series of thumbs ups and thumbs downs though, the station has settled into a pattern that has left me itching for something new.
All I can say, is thank God for Steve Lacy and his lo-fi, funky ass sounds that have carried me…
Turns out that I inherited way more than my parents’ genes.
No one ever told me that adulthood was basically the equivalent of becoming your parents’ successors. No one ever said that adulting would consist of taking over the (extremely difficult endeavor of) parenting your own freaking self. Like NEVER.
Don’t rush to grow old, they said. Enjoy right now, they warned me.
Specifics, people. Details would have been useful here, although I’m not too sure my teenage-self would have believed that adulting meant parenting one’s self. But at least I’d feel less bamboozled. …
An abbreviated list of Hip-Hop’s Greatest of All Time Moments
Disclaimer! This list of hip-hop greatest moments is not at all a ranking nor the end-all be-all of dope hip-hop moments. The actual list would be mad extensive.
Let’s face it, if you’re a hip-hop fan, you understand that hip-hop’s greatest moments can’t even be contained within the confines of “some list”. But nonetheless, hip-hop is and has always been more than just a musical genre; it’s a movement, a culture. …
I’ve been feeling some sort of way about Ye’s gradual transition into what he represents today. I’m usually the type of person who (attempts to) dodge the media’s penetration into every minute of my day, and I’ve recently made conscious efforts to remove myself from social media’s trance, but my very good friends can’t help but to indulge me with what’s been up with the latest Yeezy shenanigans.
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