Tuesday, April 27, 2010
"Cognitive Dissonance": a Blog Post in Two Acts.
I. "Little Brother's Retirement Party" in the Village Voice. The article is good because Brandon Soderberg wrote it, even though he did that thing in music articles that I hate and that is just so popular right now - "(Musical artist) is _____ (doing something seemingly unrelated to music, present continuous tense); ______ (location and mood are established, musical artist shows human/humble side while maintaining artistic sheen and allure)." Soderberg is my OG imaginary writing/nerding-out buddy from way way back; he does a fine job with this piece. Additionally, the picture that accompanies the article is dreamy, I'm introduced to the category "John Kerry hip-hop" and shall henceforth use the term whenever possible, and for everybody who makes fun of me for singing along with J. Biebs on Power 106, Phonte would like to punch you in the mouth! We're part of the unapologetically-liking-bad-music army. Join us or perish.
"Dude, if you like Gucci Mane's music," he says, "like it! Rock with us because you like us, not because of what you think it represents or whatever ideology you pulled out your ass and put on us."
YEAH, I exclaim, WHAT HE SAID! BURR!
Then the article reveals that Drake calls Phonte his favorite MC, which casts a dreary shadow upon an article dedicated to the greatness of Little Brother. "Phonte is my favorite MC," I imagine he yelled, in that loud, LOUD fucking monotone. By the way, how odd that I like Bieber the Canadian Elf extensively more than a semi-attractive rapper who does songs with Bun B. Hm. Never thought I'd see the day. Turn and face the strange. Ch-ch-changes.
II. Montgomery C. Burns and his sideways smirky face and sideways smug talk, quoted in Time.
Boastful braggery is a tough one to pull off without a bag of rhymes and an amazing producer; Dick Cheney has neither, so he never stood a chance with that quote above. When I first read those words, it sounded self-congratulatory and obnoxious. That's sort of the best thing I ever did, telling another grown man to fuck off. I RULE. Bow in the presence of greatness. It's not that simple, though, because when you think about it, the words he said are true. It is the best thing he ever did, mostly because it was a rare moment in which he did not increase Halliburton's profits or send 19-year-olds to the desert. In my soft and girly moments, I think that maybe Dick's acknowledging what a ghastly job his administration did, and how evil permeated the landscape between the years 2001 and 2008 in America. Maybe he's trying to apologize. This throws me, because Cheney scary bad man! My head hurts.
"Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East." A Kool Keith + Doom tag-team rap song, possibly one day? Alas, the Music Gods have not yet made it so. My heart and mind couldn't sustain the libidinous energy flowing through my slender body upon first listen. Plus I'm sure there's beef somewhere in their history. Boys and their feelings, you know?