While I was lost in the tomfoolery of Kendrick Lamar being shut out at the Grammys, I neglected all of the other artists who walked out empty-handed. One such artist was the homie Robin Thicke. Side note, I’m saying “homie” as if I have any connection to this man. Let me stop the foolishness. In any case, despite the massive year Robin had in 2013, he didn’t get any love from the Grammy Committee. In my eyes, that was yet another knock against him since he’s ascended the realm of Commercial Pop Sugary Shit.
Truthfully, I think the success of “Blurred Lines” was the worst thing to ever happen to Robin Thicke. While it was by far his most successful single, and it garnered him more attention than he’s ever had before, all of the fuckery that came along with it couldn’t have been enjoyable. I mean, pick a situation, son. He’s got Marvin Gaye‘s family on his ass for the similarities between his song and “Got To Give It Up.” He looked stupider than Ashlee Simpson on Saturday Night Live when he let Miley Cyrus awkwardly gyrate on him during the Video Music Awards. To top it off, his actual album was certified rotisserie booty meat. Have you heard the shit, son? I couldn’t believe such a talented dude would have the gall to package that piece of excrement and release it to the public.
All in all, I have to ask the question, was it worth it, bruh? Between the lawsuit, the subpar album and the hit to your credibility, was it worth it, man? My only hope is, Robin can look at his bank account in the morning and answer that question with an emphatic “yes!” With that being said, I’m going to just listen to his old shit and pretend like 2013 didn’t happen. I encourage you all to join me. Good day, brethren!