They’re Just Stories

  This short piece became part of the framework for the book I’m currently working on. There’s no title yet, but I can confidently say there’s six chapters of solid storytelling completed. The story follows two boys from Queens who take the subway into Manhattan in the summer time. Hip hop, skate culture, weed culture,…

Can I Live? The Rap Writer’s Essential Question

I’ve never played the piano, unless you count that mindless tinkering we all do as kids. I’ve always looked at that box of wood lined with keys like a Rubik’s Cube; a puzzle that doesn’t compute between my ears.  I couldn’t tell you the difference between the long, sleek, white bars or the stubbier, taller…

They’re Just Stories.

I Want To Be Adored By J.D He sat at the computer while the cursor arrogantly blinked. Next to his laptop was an ashtray overflowing with the expired, stubbed-out sticks of dead end ideas; each sucked to the filter as if the answers might be in those tiny wads of cotton. We’re taught from the…

Rap Dad: Beats, Rhymes, and Wipes

Your baby is here. You’re scared because you don’t have a button at your house to beckon a nurse. You’re scared because she spits up. A ton. You’re scared because her belly is bulging and you’re sure you are a doctor because you have high speed internet. Relax Dad. You’re going to be OK, and…

Russell Westbrook’s Season Is Bigger Than Basketball

Throughout Russell Westbrook’s career it’s been easy to be anti-Russell Westbrook. Although it’s impossible to ignore his game- averaging triple doubles and breaking records all over- it’s been the way he’s carried himself on the court, with the media, and with the fans that’s made him an easy target for haters like me. I’d preach…

Lorde Fredd33- NORF: The Legend of Hotboy Ronald

Lorde Fredd33’s debut, The Legend of Hotboy Ronald, dropped last May. Pitchfork called it “a deeply personal portrait of Black life from America’s rust belt”. That’s a great sentence. I need to write more. Fredd33’s art is wedged perfectly between jazzy 90’s nods and today’s top-40 electronic pulse. You could pigeonhole his sound as “trap”,…

Lansky Jones Goes Gonzo

You’ve stumbled onto the confessions of an old, washed rap dinosaur whose routine is painfully typical. He turns on the laptop every few days- checks the same sites that remind him it’s getting harder and harder to relate. He crafts anonymous and meticulously critical (yet hilarious) comments for the culture (after checking for grammar errors)….