Hopefully we can figure it out together..
My whole thing is to inspire, to better people, to better myself forever in this thing that we call rap, this thing that we call hip hop.— Kendrick Lamar.
At 23 years old, it is definitely difficult to put into words why I love hip-hop so much. A lot of people tend to be surprised by my knowledge of the genre, especially when they take a look at me. I remember being 16 years old and arguing with a guy in one of my high school classes because he claimed that Drake beat Common in their rap beef (let’s be honest now, Common calling Drake “Canada Dry” was enough to end it all). I also remember waiting four hours to see him speak at my university, only for a guy to accuse me of only being there because I thought Common was sexy (which I definitely did, but among other things). However this guy didn’t even know who De La Soul was and once I named every single Common album he shut up pretty quickly.
I was always scared to be a woman in the music industry, especially the hip-hop scene. I knew how easy it was to be swayed by artists, or how difficult it was to deal with sexual harassment. Hell, I’ve had my fair share of both of those. But I also realized that I could use it to my advantage. To make myself memorable. Between my age, race, and gender, I like to think that I can offer a different perspective, especially among the older, money-hungry executives in the industry.
I’m not sure if that’s actually what contributed to it, or perhaps if it was just luck, or maybe even strong networking, but I have been blessed with meeting some of the most talented artists in Philadelphia. From painters to DJs to MCs to producers, I never could have imagined myself lucky enough to talk these beautiful creatives’ ears off about my love for hip-hop, let alone just to be in their presence. And I am so appreciative for their kindness and support because my goodness, once I start talking, I don’t know how to shut up (especially if I have a few drinks in me). So I guess I started this blog to give them a breather, and to give myself an imaginary audience. If you do choose to continue following my blog, then welcome to my chaotic mind full of pointless rap facts and romantic musical dreams. If not, then that’s alright too, I’m sure there are plenty of other blogs out there that are more up your alley, although I do like to tell myself that you’ll be missing out.