Sunday, April 10, 2016

At Least See-New Got To Play Bass

(I only got listed as 'backing vocals' on Mills' blogroll. Well, at least he only regarded Ta'Nussy Coates as deserving of the same level of dismissive credit.)

It's been six years (almost to the day) since Mills passed - and I'm still mad about the Public Enemy/Professor Griff interview.
No, not so much about the content - Mills was just doing his job as a journalist in goading Griff into stating his inflammatory opinions.
I'm just mad that hip-hop/rap has collapsed upon itself since.

It seems that I'm constantly introducing PE to a generation of 'woke' brothas who have come to think of the sing-song couplets of Weezy or Drake (or whoever the rapper of the moment happens to be) as being representative of a true Black experience.
The current roster of rappers sound like children compared to Chuck D's "Daddy 'bout to whoop yo' ass" voice and delivery.

Where are all the Mandongos?
I'm sick of the Mandinkies.
I have to schedule lunches a month in advance when young brothas come to me for advice.
'Man, I'm busy 'doing' - y'all busy 'talking'', I seem to tell everyone.
'If you want to talk to me sooner, meet me while I'm doing volunteer work.', I continue.
'Man, eff the awards, banquets, interviews, and attention. Eff being aspirational and acquisitive. If you want to get stuff done work on your work.', I conclude.

I'm still mad at Mills. Maybe if that interview was never published NWA (and the trickle down effect) would have never happened.

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