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 Did Billie Eilish Beat Lil Nas X?

So, let me start off this post by saying that I’m actually a bigger fan of Billie Eilish than Lil Nas X. However, I also take great pride in being objective, son. With that being said, I have NO idea how Eilish beat X at this past Sunday‘s Grammy Awards. The way the see it, there’s no way in hell that “Bad Guy” should’ve beaten “Old Town Road” for Record of the Year.

Ok, if I’m being transparent, my previous assertion isn’t based on which song I like more. If that were the case, then I would’ve picked “Bad Guy.” However, “Old Town Road” was fucking ubiquitous last year. I mean, it was EVERYWHERE, man! Like, I literally couldn’t go down the street without hearing that cotdamn song, fam. For God‘s sake, my youngest son was still singing that shit yesterday, bruh. So, as big (and great) as “Bad Guy” was/is, there’s no way that it should’ve bested X’s song, son.

To be clear, “Old Town Road” is one of the biggest songs ever. Like, EVER, man! Fam, we’re talking about a diamond-selling joint that broke damn near every Billboard record in existence. Now, I know that sales don’t factor into this (*wink wink*), but the song became a behemoth because it touched so many different age groups. Listen, if “Bad Guy” simply won Song of the Year, then I wouldn’t have a problem at all. Like I said before, I truly believe that “Bad Guy” is the better-crafted song. But, we have to factor in a track’s impact, bruh. From that point of view, “Bad Guy” isn’t even in the same stratosphere as “Old Town Road.” So, the Committee should’ve just given X his moment, son.

In the end, none of this matters in the slightest, man. Ultimately, both of these young people won, fam. By and by, I have nothing negative to say about Billie Eilish or Lil Nas X. Hopefully, they both continue to do their thing, bruh. Anyway, despite the subject on this entire post, I’m about to go play some “Bad Guy,” son. It just is what it is, brethren. That is all. LC out.

I Bangs With This 070 Shake Album

So, despite rarely keeping my promise, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. Basically, I just want to give a quick shout-out to 070 Shake for this Modus Vivendi album, son. Real talk, her project has been on repeat since it dropped last week, man. The fact is, her tone is dope, her lyrics are dope and the beats are ridiculous. With that being said, I’d advise anyone reading this to give the album a listen, fam.

Ok, before I get to my favorite songs, I just want to give a public service announcement to all of the music press out there. Listen, 070 Shake is not a rapper, bruh. Keeping it a buck, I’m thoroughly confused as to why she’s categorized as Hip-Hop, son. Look, I don’t care about her aesthetic and I don’t care about who she associates with. The way I see it, Modus Vivendi is a Pop album, man. Now, does her sound have elements of Hip-Hop in it? Of course it does. Then again, what songs don’t these days? All I know is, this is the same feeling I had/have about Post Malone, fam. Frankly, both of these artists are singers and that’s perfectly fine. I dig them for what they actually do, brethren.

In the end, let’s just get to the music, son. By and by, below are a couple of the songs that I’m vibing to the most, man. At the end of the day, albums like this get me HYPED, fam. So, big-ups to Shake, Dave Hamelin, Sean Solymar, Mike Dean and the rest of the team for making a dope ass project, bruh. That is all. LC out.

Roddy Ricch Got Justin Bieber Looking Goofy

So, before I even begin, let me just say that “The Box” by Roddy Ricch is my SHIT, son. I mean, from the Justin Timberlake/Ciara sample to the “eee ooo” to the idea of Cash App‘ing a chick for soul removal, the entire record works, man. With that being said, I’m super glad that Roddy kept Justin Bieber from going #1, fam. All in all, the goofy shit has to stop, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Bieber also released some new music. Now, after a temporary break, Bieber came back to the scene with this “Yummy” record. From there, he gave his fans a bunch of instructions on how to make the song go #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Hell, fans had to download some shit, let it play all night, sacrifice a chicken AND solve for X, son. The point is, there was NOTHING organic about how Bieber was trying to play the game, man.

Now, to be fair, Bieber didn’t invent this strategy, fam. Shit, for a few albums now, I’ve seen Chris Brown do the same thing, bruh. However, I thought it was doofy when he did it too. Like, I understand that this is the music business and it’s a numbers-driven racket, but c’mon son. Real talk, if the record is that dope, the fans will flock to it, brethren. I mean, that’s EXACTLY what happened with Roddy Ricch. WE loved the record and that’s why it’s a hit right now, folks. Frankly, it’s hilarious that Bieber did all of this work just to come in second, people.

The fact of the matter is, Roddy put out a better song and the masses championed it. Side note, I’m 34 years old and had my first taste of vagina in 1997. All I know is, I’ve NEVER called it “that yummy.” Who the fuck did Bieber make that song for, son? People who’ve never had box themselves (pun intended)? Anyway, I appreciated the fact that Roddy shaded Bieber by telling fans to go stream “Yummy.” The fact is, Bieber was CLEARLY salty that his algorithm of steps didn’t work, man.

In the end, I wouldn’t be sad if I never heard “Yummy” again. But, I’m legitimately playing “The Box” as I write this, fam. Ultimately, the fans beat the algorithm, bruh. By and by, Bieber should just worry about making a better song and not trying to outsmart the system. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Despite the tone of this post, I actually fucks with some of Bieber’s music, son. On the real, both Journals and Purpose have bangers on them. Keeping it a buck, “Yummy” just wasn’t it, man. It happens, fam. Just go back to the drawing board and come out with some heat, bruh. Good day.

Whitney Houston Never Lived Her Truth

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Robyn Crawford just confirmed something that we all innately knew: she had a romantic relationship with Whitney Houston. Now, if I’m being frank, Crawford’s connection with Houston is not the illuminating part of this story, man. Instead, I’m a lot more interested in the fallout from their union, fam. The way I see it, Houston never lived her truth, bruh. Because of this, she always had to hide a portion of her real self.

Ok, for those who missed it, Crawford, Houston’s lifelong friend, just released a new memoir. Now, as the title suggests, A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston details Crawford’s experience with the legendary singer. In totality, the book outlines the near three decades that the two women spent together. Along the way, Crawford speaks about Houston’s career, her marriage to Bobby Brown and the highs/lows of Houston’s life. But, of course, people naturally gravitated to the tales of romance between the two.

Now, according to Crawford, both women were physical with each other for about two years in the early 1980s. However, as soon as Houston’s career started to take off, the romance aspect died. Moving on, there were a few reasons why Houston felt compelled to end that part of their relationship. First, there was Cissy Houston and religion. The truth is, Whitney was worried about how she would be viewed by her mother and the church for having same-sex relations. Shit, Cissy even admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she wouldn’t have approved of Whitney being a lesbian. Furthermore, it was a well-established fact that Cissy hated Crawford for this very reason.

Second, there was Clive Davis and the music business. The fact is, all parties involved were worried about Houston’s “image.” Real talk, they didn’t believe that the general public was ready for a non-heterosexual Pop star. Sadly, they were absolutely right, son. Keeping it a buck, that era wasn’t very tolerant, man. In my eyes, Houston would’ve been shunned if she came out as lesbian or bisexual.

The thing is, I truly believe this ideology is the most backwards shit in the world, fam. So, people preferred Bobby Brown and cocaine over a same-sex relationship with Crawford? Like, that was the better choice, bruh? Side bar, I’m not blaming Brown for all of Houston’s troubles, folks. All I can say is, the two of them were fucking bad for each other. Love or not, they made piss-poor decisions together. With that being said, it would’ve been better for them to stay apart.

In the end, I honestly believe this “conformity” altered the course of Whitney Houston’s life. Ultimately, I think she would’ve been a more adjusted person if she didn’t have to hide aspects of herself. By and by, just to keep Crawford around, Houston had to make her an employee. All I know is, it didn’t have to be that way, son. At the end of the day, a person’s sexuality shouldn’t dictate how the world reacts to them. The wild part is, Houston would’ve been a lot freer if she came up in this era, man. But, that’s not the way the world works, fam. All in all, shout-out to Crawford for finally speaking her truth and RIP to the incomparable Whitney Houston. That is all. LC out.

I F*cks With This Sabrina Claudio Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, due to the racist Fuckity-McFuckery that Sabrina Claudio tweeted back in the day, I avoided her music like the plague. I mean, if I’m being honest, I’ve never actually listened to any of her projects, man. However, after several people I know told me to peep her Truth Is album, I finally obliged. All I can say is, I like this shit a lot, fam. Real talk, she makes quality fucking music, bruh.

Ok, keeping it a buck, I have no intention of giving some long ass album review, son. The way I see it, my take is pretty simple, man. The fact is, the production, spearheaded by Sad Money, is great and her melodies/lyrics are great. Listen, I’m not a picky dude, fam. In my eyes, music is complicated but simple at the same time. Like, a great melody and good lyrics always win, bruh. Seriously, they always fucking win. For me, all I need is a vocal about heartbreak and some dope ass chords. From there, I’m all in, brethren.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, this isn’t my most in-depth review. By and by, this album is just great to listen to, man. Now, based on the artist, do I slightly feel like a sellout? Yeah, a little bit. But, like I said before, I’m just a sucker for good music, fam. All in all, below are some of the records that I fuck with the most. Moody R&B for the win, bruh! That is all. LC out.

This Post Malone Album Is Crazy!

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I have an odd viewpoint on Post Malone, man. On one hand, I judged him when he said that fuckity-fuck shit about not listening to Rap music for “deep” lyrics. In addition, I’ve already expressed my confusion about him being labeled a Hip Hop artist. On the other hand, I fucking love his music, fam. With all of that being said, his new album, Hollywood’s Bleeding, is fucking great, bruh. All in all, I guess my odd viewpoint will have to remain, folks.

Ok, for those who live under a rock, Post Malone just dropped his third album. Now, if anyone is unfamiliar with a Post Malone record, let me give a quick breakdown. Basically, it’s a bunch of really good Pop songs, son. I mean, with the ever-present help of songwriters Louis Bell and Billy Walsh, Malone just keeps making catchy shit, man. Like, there’s nothing deeper than that, fam. Post Malone just makes catchy music. The beats are great, the melodies are great, the songs are well-structured and the lyrics are serviceable. Frankly, it’s what I want from my Pop music, bruh. Just good ol’ catchy ass tunes, people.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say here, son. Ultimately, there’s no greater message in this post, man. By and by, it makes perfect sense that Malone always seems to hover near the top of the Billboard charts. At the end of the day, he makes songs that stick in people’s heads, fam. In any case, below are some of my favorite tracks from the album. Enjoy, muhfuckas! That is all. LC out.