Bulleted Notes on Shitty Rap and Why I Love It

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  • There are some songs that I would never listen to on my own, but when I hear them in a car with the windows down and surrounded by friends I love the most, it feels like I’m in the presence of greatness.
  • This is some type of weird personality crisis for me because occasionally I’ll have a split second thought that YBN Nahmir is the artist of our generation, and then look at myself as if from above like what the fuck is wrong with you.
  • High Fidelity, one of my favorite movies, poses the notion that it’s not what we are like that matters, but what we like. Superficial, yes, but as someone who wants to discuss intangible things for a living I would have to agree to an extent. I also believe that the things people consume and absorb the most can be a great reflection of who they are as an individual, because we often present ourselves through what we enjoy.
  • This theory established, my crisis becomes apparent.
  • I didn’t even listen to rap music until this past calendar year because I thought it would be straying too much from who I am as an individual. This was bullshit. I was just uncomfortable.
  • Is it wrong for me as someone who wants to make my job pointing the public towards people who create great art to spend a significant amount of my time enjoying what couldn’t even be allowed to be called art? Especially when a lot of the pop/rap stars will get thirty times the attention and profit than any of the struggling, hustling artists that would never even consider using autotune?
  • I think it’s okay to separate the part of myself that scours Pitchfork for hours and the part of me that just wants to know the fucking words at a party.
  • I often feel like I live in a duality of interests. Everything that makes me who I am my friends haven’t heard of. I think this newfound enjoyment is just a manifestation of my social self onto my auditory. Growth.

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