...that's been way too long in the making (8 million bonus points if you know whose line I just paraphrased)...
Though my Twitter feed on the right (follow @superhater) will offer random verbal assaults on everything from sports to politics to life in general, this blog will serve (almost) exclusively as a museum of sorts — a tribute to the dying art of hip-hop music and culture.
I was fortunate enough to come of age during the genre's Golden Age — roughly 1988 (the year I entered high school) through 1995 (when I began my senior year in college). I grew up on hip-hop and have carried on a love affair with it for virtually my entire adult life, even going so far as to record three LPs of my own, among other things.
But this isn't about me. (Sorry.) It's about an art form that, like most great art forms before it, has slowly given way to commercialism and bullshit. Today's young heads think that MTV minstrels like Lil' Wayne, Drake and Nicki Minaj could actually hang with the real all-time greats. They haven't got a fucking clue.
Just like BDP, I'm hoping to educate and entertain at the same time. Edutainment. So...let's take it back...
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