Wednesday, September 12, 2012
critic |ˈkritik|noun1 a person who expresses an unfavorable opinion of something: critics say many schools are not prepared to handle the influx of foreign students.2 a person who judges the merits of literary, artistic, or musical works, esp. one who does so professionally: a film critic.ORIGIN late 16th cent.: from Latin criticus, from Greek kritikos, fromkritēs ‘a judge,’ from krinein ‘judge, decide.’
critique |kriˈtēk|nouna detailed analysis and assessment of something, esp. a literary, philosophical, or political theory.verb ( critiques , critiquing , critiqued ) [ with obj. ]evaluate (a theory or practice) in a detailed and analytical way: the authors critique the methods and practices used in the research.ORIGIN mid 17th cent. (as a noun): from French, based on Greek kritikē tekhnē ‘critical art.’
This is me blogging angrily.
Oh, you enjoy music? Cool story bro.
I just wanted to do that.
Honestly though, for those that enjoy music the way I do, *Looks around* there's something about being able to connect with others on that same level. Knowingly doing so, it's pretty... Awesome. I'm not at all happy with the way my grammar is working itself out today, but that's why I'm practicing.
Moving right along to the point of this entire post. Girls love singers, guys love rappers. Music is tied up somewhere in between the two, I think.(I'm pausing now because I feel as if me being the biggest human being around at the moment is grounds for me to get up and stop what I'm doing to help some elderly white woman out. I didn't budge, which was me going against reflexology... I feel sick.) The point being you love what isn't accessible to you. In most cases, even mine sometimes.
so the A grade Charles Hamilton gets from me, is in itself earned. I'm not going to get into why I like him so much, how ill I think he is, or how much more of a trailblazer he's been than say anyone in some extreme limelight. I will however point out that while my love for music is stabilized throughout various catalogues, it is the access and everlasting depth that I find appealing about Charles.
So I quote, cause that's what I do when I'm not creating things to quote in my near distant future. I can quote sh1t in my sleep, honestly, and I think I do. So when I was rapping random lyrics from Charles out loud, thinking about how Lupe's album is around the corner, I immediately associated a rhyme/bar (y'all need to catch up with the lingo, or I will be forever in a ditch with a broken shovel.) that made sense and was timely in it's context. that line is "Motherfuck Atlantic, I want Lupe." Rapping it out loud was easy enough. Typing it while half-sleep well passed my bedtime was somewhat of a challenge.
it came out like this....
"Motherf*ck Atlantis, I want Lupe."
which led to this...
So yeah, some of you enjoy music. Some love artists, I do both and I have more reasons to than you, but we'll chill there. Charles Hamilton is dope because he's outside the confines of what "SUPPOSED TO BE" is supposed to be. An interaction so simple; yet, still something so rare in today's musical climate.
I wasn't even planning on doing this, but I was inspired. I'm completely turned off in the close mindedness of others at the moment. So keeping my distance is as much a technique to help me as it is to aid you all (heh). Besides keeping it clean, while gritty on the edges, during cleanup time is no easy task.
I guess that could be what Aesop Rock was alluding to when he names his album None Shall Pass... I know, I know, who?? I'm too comfortable to feel a need to explain anymore.