How’s That Quarantine Going?

So, as of today’s post, I’ve officially been working from home for exactly two weeks. Now, to be fair, I’m not new to this occupational setup. I mean, back in my Citigroup days, I worked from the crib for almost two years, man. Side note, I’m only comfortable mentioning Citi because I haven’t worked there in almost a decade. In any case, since the coronavirus is out here hating and has most of America grounded, a lot of us are getting overly acquainted with the walls in our house. With all of that being said, how’s everyone holding up out there?

Now, I won’t lie, son. On the real, my blog has suffered a little during this time of uncertainty. Like, having “free time” would suggest that I’d be cranking out posts, but it hasn’t really gone like that, fam. Shit, between trying to get my day job done, dealing with my kids’ remote learning schedule, fending off hoarders in the supermarket and less events happening in society, I haven’t really felt like writing, bruh. On the other hand, I’ve been working on music like crazy, man. Hell, like I’ve said in an Instagram video, I’m either making my best project or absolute trash. We shall see, brethren.

In any case, I ain’t got shit else to say, son. Ultimately, I just want to know how everyone is doing out there. By and by, I hope that folks are taking this quarantine / social distancing advisory seriously. The way I see it, I’d much rather overreact and stay safe than tek shit fi joke and catch The ‘Rona. At the end of the day, I just hope everyone stays inside, finds a hobby, exercises a little and keep out of harm’s way. That is all. LC out.

Conversations With Randi B.: Coronavirus, The Government & D-Nice

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about the coronavirus, the government’s response to the pandemic and how D-Nice got Club Quarantine cracking on Instagram. Check it out on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and Anchor below, fam. Let’s get the proceedings proceeding. Yessir!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/conversations-with-randi-b/id1495539114

I Don’t Know What I’m Hearing On This Childish Gambino Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, the title of this post is a bit misleading, man. I mean, on face value, it may seem as if I’m questioning Childish Gambino‘s direction on his 3.15.20 album. However, this entire article is about to be on some Stan shit, fam. All I know is, I have no fucking idea what I’m hearing on Donald Glover‘s new project. But, I can safely say that I love the shit out of it, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Gambino just released his fourth album. Now, the manner in which this project was released has been true to form for Glover: weird. First, last Sunday (3/15/20 *hint hint*), Gambino uploaded the album to donaldgloverpresents.com. Anyway, for about 12 hours, the project was on a continuous loop on the website. After that period of time, the music was taken down and we were all left to wonder what the fuck just happened. Fast forward to last night, Gambino released the album, now titled 3.15.20, on all streaming platforms. Needless to say, I was fucking HYPED, son!

Now, in regards to the music, there’s nothing straightforward about this project, man. Like, the tracks can’t be confined to one genre and a number of them have multiple sections. All in all, there’s a high-level of musicianship running through this album, fam. From the guitars to the synths to the vocal harmonies, the songs have a lot of elements that are in my bag, bruh. On top of that, “Feels Like Summer,” which is now called “42.26,” is still my shit, son. The point is, I’m fucking happy to have my new coronavirus soundtrack, brethren.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, everyone needs to go listen to the album, man. By and by, it might be a challenging listen for some people. But, as someone who worships Prince, I’m all about challenging listens, fam. Side note, I’m not comparing Gambino to Prince, but I applaud any artist who (successfully) takes risks. At the end of the day, I’ve never been disappointed by a Childish Gambino project (not even Camp). Today is not the day to start, folks. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to DJ Dahi and Ludwig Göransson. All I can say is, they did their fucking thing on the production, son. Good day.

P.P.S. Here are some of my favorite tunes from the album. Ok, I’m really done now.

How Can The Government Afford To Give Everyone $1,000?

So, before I even begin, let me say that I already know the answer to the question that I asked above. Frankly, I just think it’s quite funny that the United States government is getting into its socialism bag in order to help average Americans. Now, don’t get me wrong, son. On the real, I’m part of a family of four (going on five). Meaning, I’ll take that direct deposit, if they’re offering (without strings). However, it’s truly interesting that Donald Trump and company can find the money for this, after we’ve been told for eons that they can’t cover the basic needs we’ve been demanding.

Ok, for those who missed it, in response to the fallout from the coronavirus, the government is looking to give the American people a relief payment. So, according to reports, the plan is to give each adult $1,000 and each child $500. So, in a case like mine, my family would get roughly $3,000. Now, to be fair, I’m not against this idea at all. In fact, given the scores of people who’ve already lost their jobs and/or face other financial hardships, I believe this is a good move. But, I’d be lying if I said that I was taken aback by this sudden “generosity.” The truth is, anytime a politician or a pundit asks for more government assistance, their views are shunned.

Look, let’s be real, man. Shit, how long has Andrew Yang been preaching about a universal basic income? How long has Bernie Sanders talked about Medicare for All and eliminating student debt? Honestly, I’m not even here to discuss their feasibility. In fact, I’m just here to respond to people who’ve said that we couldn’t afford it as a country. Listen, we always find money for the military and now we’re magically finding money for this stimulus package. So, are Sanders and Yang actually crazy? Or, are they just being realistic about how much money the government has to play with?

In the end, I’m not here to endorse Sanders or Yang or any other candidate, for the matter. Ultimately, I’m just pointing out the fact that the government has us fooled about how much they could actually help the people. By and by, I’m not the guy who thinks that everything should be free for everyone. But, I do believe that us “common folk” shoulder way more weight than we should, fam. At the end of the day, don’t let the powers that be front like they ain’t got it, bruh. Yes, they fucking do, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Andrew Gillum Is Out Here Wilin’

*Sigh* Brother, brother, brother. What in the plum fuckity-fuck has Andrew Gillum been doing out here, son? I mean, I’m not one of those people who believes that politicians are saints. In fact, if anybody has ever read this blog, they’d know that I think the majority of them are full of shit. However, folks need to do a better job of hiding their tomfoolery, man. The truth is, I’m baffled by the situation that Gillum has found himself in, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Gillum is in a world of shit right now. So, this past Thursday, he was found in a hell of a predicament. Now, according to reports, Gillum was discovered in a Miami Beach hotel with two other people (including a male escort who overdosed) and three bags of crystal meth. That’s right, the man who narrowly lost to Ron DeSantis by less than a percent for Governor of Florida was found in all types of compromising positions, bruh. Needless to say, I’d bet that it’s pretty much a wrap for his political career, son.

Now, as of today, Gillum is entering rehab for “alcohol abuse.” According to him, he started drinking heavily after his defeat to DeSantis. But, he denies using meth and hasn’t really said shit about the escort who was tripping on that Walter White. All in all, I really don’t know what to say, man. The fact is, as a Black guy, I’m especially disappointed when one of our own is caught up in some fuckery. Frankly, our numbers are small in these spaces, so we don’t have time for dudes to mess up the bag for everyone else, fam.

In the end, I hope that Gillum gets his shit together, bruh. Ultimately, he had a lot of potential, but I don’t see how any voter base could root for him after this. By and by, a few bags of Heisenberg isn’t worth an entire career, son. Sadly, Andrew Gillum had to learn this the hard way, man. *Sigh* Another one bites the dust, fam. That is all. LC out.

Jay-Z Washed Jay Electronica On His Own Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I haven’t written a lot in the last week because of the fallout from the coronavirus. I mean, I’ve been working from home, my kids ain’t got no school and I’ve been grocery shopping in order to combat all of the people who are panic-buying toilet paper. All in all, shit is wild out here, man. But, through all of the shenanigans, I did get a chance to listen to Jay Electronica‘s debut album, A Written Testimony. The way I see it, Jay-Z washes him on damn near every song, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, after about a decade of delays, Jay Elec FINALLY released an album, bruh. Now, if I’m being honest, NOTHING about this project is what I expected, son. First, on a 10-song project, Hov is on eight of the records. All I know is, that’s fucking weird for a debut album, man. Side note, I know that Ghostface Killah is on almost every record on Raekwon‘s debut album, but they still had previous Wu-Tang albums to introduce them, fam. In any case, not only is Hov prominently featured on the project, his voice is actually the first one we hear, folks. Frankly, all of this shit is strange, brethren.

Next, from a production aspect, Just Blaze is nowhere to be found on this album. Meaning, the mastermind behind “Exhibit A” and “Exhibit C” is not involved with the construction of this project. Furthermore, Jay Elec himself produces six out of the 10 songs. Now, his beats aren’t wack, but he could’ve gotten some harder shit to rock on, son. Like, he manages to recruit Swizz Beatz, Hit-Boy, AraabMuzik, The Alchemist and No I.D. for some tracks, but that only covers three of the songs, man. The truth is, the production is a little underwhelming, fam.

Now, to the matter at hand, bruh. *Sigh* For someone with Jay Elec’s lyrical ability, Hov cleans him up on pretty much every song. Shit, starting with “Ghost of Soulja Slim,” Hov isn’t playing with Jay Elec, son. I guess it’s a testament to his respect for Jay Elec’s pen, because Hov brings his A-game, man. Keeping it a buck, Hov’s verses on this album make me want another Jay-Z project, fam. Hell, him and No I.D. need to reconnect and do a follow-up to 4:44, people.

In the end, it might not seem like it from this post, but I actually like A Written Testimony, bruh. Real talk, a rapper of Jay Electronica’s caliber isn’t capable of making “wack” music, folks. Ultimately, after such a loooooong delay, I just wanted more, son. By and by, I wanted better beats and I wanted MORE Jay Elec. At the end of the day, he better not disappear again after this. In my eyes, he owes fans (like me) a lot more, man. *Sigh* Maybe next time we’ll actually get a Jay Electronica album, fam. Here’s to wishing, though. That is all. LC out.

The Honey Pot: Why Do Some White People Hate When Black People Are Proud?

So, I’m going to (try to) keep this post short today, son. On the real, some of these hating ass White folks need to knock it off, man. Side note, in situations like this, I have to highlight the “some” because people get offended. Like, of COURSE I’m not talking about every single White person, fam. But, some of their brethren need to cut out the bullshit, bruh. In any case, this The Honey Pot situation is fucking ridiculous. Listen, there ain’t nothing wrong with a Black woman being proud of her success, people.

Ok, before I continue, let me be frank, son. Real talk, when I first saw the Target commercial that Bea Dixon did for The Honey Pot, I didn’t think that it would cause a firestorm, man. I mean, I literally saw a Black woman express gratitude for a company of Target’s stature to feature her products, fam. In addition, she stated that her success could open opportunities for other Black women to shine. No harm, no foul, right? Well, apparently, some White people are upset that a Black woman is wishing good things for other Black people.

Look, ever since that commercial aired, The Honey Pot has been getting negative reviews from (mostly) White women who don’t feel included in Dixon’s message. Somehow, seeing a Black woman hope that other Black women are given similar chances is offensive to them. For some reason, anytime we big ourselves up, some idiots take it as a slight against them. No, dumb motherfuckers, we’re just happy to be given a chance to shine on a major platform.

Bruh, do I really have to explain how difficult it is to be a Black business owner (or a Black person, in general) in America? For God‘s sake, Dixon started her own line of feminine hygiene products and was able to secure backing from Target. That’s a huge fucking accomplishment, son. That’s not something that happens for a good majority of our community, man. So, pardon her for being fucking excited for her achievements. Pardon her for wanting the same level of stardom for other people who look like her. Seriously, when will White people learn that success for Black people doesn’t come as a detriment to them? That’s the same sentiment we’ve been preaching in the Black Lives Matter movement. Yes, White lives matter. We’re just saying that we fucking matter too, simpleton ass muhfuckas.

In the end, it’s clear that I’m mad, fam. Ultimately, the backlash to The Honey Pot has really grinded my gears, bruh. By and by, I’m tired of some White people trying to undercut our wins. At the end of the day, it’s very simple, son. If folks fuck with the products, then use them. If not, then use something else. Black people are not out here trying to exclude anyone, man. Historically, that came from White people’s playbook, fam. Maybe that’s why it’s their automatic assumption. That is all. LC out.