This morning I took a walk. I have not walked much since Covid-19 struck, so today was refreshing. It was a beautiful sunny morning. The temperature was in the mid-70s, neighbors were out sweeping their porches, birds were chirping, older gentlemen lounging in front of the bodega, you know movie-like! Mornings like this call for one song. I reached in my bag, grabbed my phone. I then pulled up Tidal and searched Bill Withers, yup uncle Bill, clicked on Lovely Day, and then continued on my way. Ah, euphoria! Brooklyn hasn’t felt that sweet in a long while.
With music’s biggest night behind us I just have one question- Why does Hip hop long for Grammy validation?
I can’t comprehend why hip hop yearns for Grammy acceptance. Over the years we’ve protested time and again against discrimination and for a more inclusive Grammy board, It’s never-ending! Why are we constantly looking for a seat at their table? Sometimes I think hip hop culture forgets that we are the table, legs, nuts, bolts, and chairs of this thing, nevertheless, It’s an odd paradox to see us in. For 30+ years hip hop has transcended into popular culture and continues to move the needle on what’s cool and creative in the world. So frankly, it’s fuck the Grammy’s we’ll never get the proper just due from them. Every year the academy proves how culturally clueless it is and every year we pull at their ankles like toddlers demanding attention. It’s time hip hop flexes all of its caches because after all, hip hop doesn’t need the Grammy’s, the Grammy’s need hip hop!
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To say I know my neighbor would be a lie, but what I do know is his Sunday playlist is sensational. Every week I can count on him to fill up our block with the sultry sounds of timeless R&B. He does this all while socializing and sweeping up fallen Autumn leaves. A sight that reminds me of my own life. Like clock-work every weekend my mother would wake us up blasting the oldies signaling chores. Records from The Isley Brothers, Luther Vandross, Anita Baker, Champaign, Gregory Abbott, Mtume, and Heatwave to name a few would take over our home. Looking back, I never was fond of those mornings, but today I greet Sundays with admiration. I open my windows, sit on the window sill, and take it all in. For these sweet Sundays are draped in nostalgia.
Summer starts now….or does it?
Memorial Day weekend is upon us and what is traditionally a time to honor the men and women who have died while serving in the U.S. military also carries a dual meaning of indulging in cold brews, nutcrackers, seafood boil, drunk uncles on the grill, everyone’s favorite auntie on the dance floor, and the oldest and latest tunes blaring at ignorant volumes from our speakers. AH! The signs of summer are upon us, so where’s the summer anthem(s)?
It’s been a fairly slow year for music in comparison to 2018 and usually, by this time a summer anthem would be building up steam on the radio and the lyrics would transform to Instagram captions for the masses.
Last Friday, May 17th DJ Khaled released his 11th studio album, “Father of Ashad” announcing “The Summer Starts Now”. Known as the King of Anthem’s Khaled’s latest album has 2 vibes on it that I think can be major players for Summer 2019, “You Stay” and “Wish Wish”.
I also think Megan The Stallion has a few tricks up her sleeves for the Hotties with the release of her project “Fever” and rapper DaBaby has been catching everyone’s attention as of late, so you never know.
As of right now the summer is still up for grabs, but let’s see if something catches fire during memorial day weekend.