When my sister and I were kids, we’d play this game. Usually it’d happen spontaneously – when we had to convene with our parents in a place and situation (holidays, reunions, rides to church) we didn’t wanna be part of. And then, just – outta the blue – when the moment felt right, we’d break into a spoken-word, bookish college professor toned rendtition, paraphrased, improvisational back’n forth… of the popular.. Read More
Schooled by a 5 year old rapper
Some days I try to write and all I can mine from my grey matter is fecal matter. While abandoning ship and leaving the computer is usually my self-advice, other days I know that it’s 100% just because I took a day off and am having trouble “getting back in the flow”. Just like anything else. Whether it’s working out or sexing up – if you’ve not done it for.. Read More
Your brain on rap
This…is your brain: Eh… That’s not where I was going with this. Buu-uuut… it does help dispel some myths about your “brain on rap” – which does contrarily earn that grad cap. When I was a gangly pre-teen, I remember the parents sitting around at my sister’s basketball games, complaining about their daughters bumpin that “brain rot” in their rooms. And – to be fair – whether the listener gets.. Read More