September 2010
3 posts
What Rap Means to Me
My first exposure to hip-hop came in the form of the Slim Shady LP. It was a revelatory experience – here was music that was unafraid to express the anger, sadness, and frustration that I felt (and still feel) but somehow could not express. The authority figures in my life condemned it as violent, misogynistic, homophobic, and antisocial. And I freely acknowledge that rap can be all of those...
Disturbingly Perceptive
My roommate’s father, during a conversation with said roommate, inquired after me recently, and made some comments about my state of mind:
“And how’s your roommate Pat? Man, that kid? That kid’s tortured. Like an artist. He feels too much.”
This is an amusing statement on its own, but it is made hilarious by the fact that all of my roommates heartily agree with...
