Shout-out To Selena Gomez & Bella Hadid

So, The Weeknd is back, son! Now, when I say he’s “back,” I’m talking about the moody dude who grabbed our attention in the first place. All I know is, every XO fan owes a debt of gratitude to Selena Gomez and Bella Hadid. On the real, I don’t know what happened in their respective relationships, but that guy is singing his ass off right now, man. All in all, the Abel Tesfaye on My Dear Melancholy, is the Abel that I’m a fan of, fam. On the real, he seems to be at his best when there’s pain involved, bruh.

Ok, before I continue, I need to check Selena Gomez for a second. Now, that girl needs to get the fuck outta here with her newfound activism, son. Frankly, I don’t want to hear about her March for Our Lives support when she shitted on the Black Lives Matter movement. Shit, I distinctly remember her saying that “hashtags don’t save lives.” So, now she’s a gun reform ally? Woman, sit the fuckity-fuck down, fam! Listen, hypocrisy doesn’t look good on anybody, man.

Moving on, when it comes to The Weeknd’s surprise EP, he’s out here spilling all of his feelings, bruh. Now, keeping it a buck, I’ve never been familiar with the tabloid fodder about his dealings with Gomez and Hadid. So, I can’t say for sure what lyrics are about who. By and by, I can only guess, son. With that being said, if Gomez is the muse behind “Call Out My Name,” then she deserves a cotdamn Grammy, man! I mean, that song alone is worth the price of admission, fam. In addition, “Wasted Times” and “I Was Never There” are certified jams, folks.

In the end, everyone needs to go check out the new music, son. Side bar, big ups to Frank Dukes, one of my favorite producers, for using his Midas touch, man. All I can say is, the beats are immaculate on this project, fam. Anyway, happy Friday and viva la great music! That is all. LC out.

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The Bruno Mars Hate Doesn’t Make Sense

So, let me get straight to the point, son. The hate that Bruno Mars is receiving right now is pure nonsense, man. In my eyes, calling Mars a “cultural appropriator” is inaccurate, fam. From my vantage point, there’s a difference between inspiration and theft. Now, are a lot of Mars’ musical sources identifiable? Absolutely. However; the style of damn near EVERY artist can be traced to some predecessor. With that being said, what’s the real fucking beef with Mars, bruh?

Ok, for those who missed it, let me explain how all of this began. Now, in a video for The Grapevine, writer Seren Sensei went on a tangent about her disdain for Mars. According to her, Mars borrows too much from Black artists and shouldn’t be allowed to get a pass since he isn’t Black. In addition, she believes that he “plays up” his racial ambiguity in order to pull the wool over our eyes. All in all, she went full Super Saiyan on him and I think it’s a bit misguided, son.

Now, to me, a cultural appropriator is someone who doesn’t recognize or admit where they got their style from. By that definition, Mars doesn’t fit the mold, man. Honestly, all that guy does is give credit to the artists who came before him. Real talk, just take a look at his “Album of the Year” speech for 24K Magic at the Grammys. Fam, he literally thanked Babyface, Teddy Riley and Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis for inspiring him! On top of that, during an interview with Latina, he went into great detail about how all American music has its roots in Black music. So, if he’s actually giving credit to his sources, what’s the fucking problem, bruh?! I mean, are Black people the only ones who are allowed to embrace the Funk?

Look, if anybody doesn’t like Mars’ songs, then just say that, son. On the real, people are 100% entitled to their personal tastes. However; criticizing him for being a cultural appropriator or a vulture is just foolish, man. Real talk, all that dude does is give credit to Black musicians and Black artistry. Shit, just look at his band, fam! It’s literally nothing but Black and Brown players! What the hell else do people want, bruh?! In my eyes, this entire debate is fucking stupid, folks. At the end of the day, baseless accusations and name-calling won’t stop me from enjoying his discography.

In the end, let’s just chill out with the tomfoolery, son. Ultimately, we all have a choice, man: we can either enjoy Mars’ music or not. However; no one should be judged for digging his songs. By and by, the man is inspired by Black music and makes no secret of it. So, if he’s actually tipping his hat to his musical forefathers, then no one out there has a credible beef, fam. That is all. LC out.

Shut Up, Faizon Love

So, let’s play a quick game, son. It’s called Irrelevant People Do Weird Shit For 5 Seconds Of Attention. All I know is, Faizon Love currently has the high score in this game, man. Look, his unfounded criticism of Dave Chappelle just REEKS of desperation, fam. Hell, maybe I’d be bitter too if everything I did was inconsequential, bruh. All in all, Love needs to go somewhere with his pathetic hate, folks. At the end of the day, his opinion, like his career, doesn’t really matter.

Ok, for those who missed it, Love decided to jump out of the window over Dave Chappelle. Now, it seems as if Love has been on a crusade to prove that Chappelle doesn’t deserve his accolades. Why? Who the fuck knows, son. All I can say is, he’s stating his opinions as fact, man. However; he can’t back up any of the horse shit coming out of his mouth. Listen, when it comes to arts like comedy, fandom is subjective. But, discrediting another person’s rise to the top is some whole other shit, fam. With that being said, this is where Love needs to sit the fuck down, bruh.

Now, the fuckery began when Love insinuated that Chappelle was a Hollywood creation. Off top, that’s a bunch of nonsense, son. Look, when Chappelle’s Show began on Comedy Central, he barely had a budget, man. Fam, there were numerous interviews where Chappelle talked about the show’s humble beginnings and how the network didn’t necessarily believe in it at first. Real talk, it wasn’t until the success of that first season that Comedy Central put more muscle behind the program. Anyway, that brings me to my next point, bruh.

Listen, no one can deny the influence of Charlie Murphy on Chappelle’s Show. However; the idea that he alone made the show funny is pure nonsense, son. Like I previously said, there was an ENTIRE first season of the show before Murphy’s “True Hollywood Stories” segments about Rick James and Prince. On the real, Murphy brought a lot of classic material to the program, but Chappelle was killing the game beforehand, man.

Next, let’s talk about Love’s comparison of Chappelle and Kevin Hart. Now, like I said before, comedy is subjective, fam. However; the idea that Chappelle is a Hollywood invention and Hart is not is fucking LUDICROUS, bruh! Look, I’m a big fan of Hart’s stand-up specials. But, is Love trying to tell me that the guy who’s in Jumanji with The Rock isn’t being backed by Hollywood? Man, get the FUCK outta here, son! Keeping it a buck, NONE of Love’s hot takes make any sense, folks.

Look, let me explain what’s going on here, people. Now, when I think about Love’s career, the first thing that pops up is Friday. After that, I briefly remember him on The Parent ‘Hood. After that, I can’t think of anything else until the recently-released The New Edition Story. Basically, he’s been in the game for decades and has barely made a wave, son. So, it makes sense that he’s hating on all of Chappelle’s accomplishments. It makes sense that he’s bitter that Chappelle got $60 million from Netflix. It makes sense that he’s bitter that Chappelle just won a Grammy. Real talk, those who can’t do go on The Breakfast Club and hate. By and by, it’s a full-blown sucker move, man.

In the end, I hope Love does something with his momentary spotlight. Ultimately, that man doesn’t speak for me, son. He really had the nerve to claim that Chappelle never made Black people laugh. However; as a Black dude who hangs out with mostly Black people, that’s a bunch of bullshit, man. *Sigh* Maybe if Love had more shit going for him, then he wouldn’t be worrying about another man’s success. Well, let me go back to my regular life, fam. Which doesn’t include even remotely thinking about Faizon Love. That is all. LC out.

’25’ Ain’t Got Sh*t On ‘Lemonade’

Look, son, I don’t need much evidence to prove my thesis. I mean, if anyone watched the Grammys last night, they’d know that even Adele knows 25 doesn’t hold a candle to Lemonade. During her speech for Album of the Year, Adele essentially told the Grammy committee and the world that Beyoncé deserved that award. Shit, outside of her “black friends” comment that she’s catching hell for, Adele was just trying to do the Lord‘s work, man. I mean, it’s not like the Grammys have an interest in doing the right thing. Needless to say, as last night showed, the Grammys got it wrong… again.

Now, I could make the argument that Black artists are consistently overlooked in all of the “General Field” categories. However; for today, I’m going to stick with Album of the Year. Namely because this is where the most egregious errors are normally made. Year after year after year, the highest award in music ends up going to the wrong fucking album, son. Ok, yes, Adele sells a lot of albums. We all know that, man. But Beyoncé’s album shifted culture… again.

Man, when she put out “Formation,” a million think pieces and White tears QUICKLY followed. Black people praised the optics of one of our biggest stars tackling social injustice. White pundits bemoaned the fact that a star of her caliber made them so uncomfortable. In addition, she shut the Super Bowl DOWN in all of her Black Panthersinspired glory. Now, Adele’s “Hello” was a great song, but it didn’t affect the world like Beyoncé. As for the rest of Adele’s album, it basically sounded like I’m Still 21. She essentially remade her previous album and cashed in. On the other hand, Beyoncé’s sound continued to evolve and she became more daring in her decision-making.

With all of that being said, I really don’t know why I’m acting surprised, man. This is what the Grammys does, son. They continually find a way to reward the less deserving. I mean, this is the same awards show that gave the Album of the Year trophy to Taylor Swift‘s 1989 over Kendrick Lamar‘s To Pimp a Butterfly. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Beck‘s Morning Phase over Beyoncé’s self-titled album. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Herbie Hancock‘s River: The Joni Letters over Kanye West‘s Graduation AND Amy Winehouse‘s Back to Black. Now, Herbie is an undisputed legend, but come the fuck on, man! Are we really playing this game right now? The list goes on and on and on, son. If I decided to look at any random year, odds are I’ll vehemently disagree with whoever got that award.

Ultimately, I believe in the Grammys… in theory. However; in actuality, it’s always a shit show, son. I love the idea of artists being rewarded for their work, but the night always ends up being a travesty. *Sigh* I don’t even know why I keep watching this show, man. In any case, I’ll probably be back at it next year. LC out.