Yesterday I tweeted something about the Boston rap group The Camp,
which I've claimed on numerous occasions helped spawn the sub-genre
that we now lovingly know as frat rap. To which the old frat rapster
himself – @JKRealize – replied: “You still tweet about music?”
I do, occasionally, though it takes some extra real or nostalgic shit
to move me.
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whole plan down here was – and still is, for the most part – to
discover new hip-hop. Particularly hip-hop that doesn't suck, and
that will get me away from relying on Spotify and its endless rap
oldies to get me stiff. However – this is SXSW after all, and there
are a few spectacles that I needed to glimpse and get out of the way
before all of that craziness commenced.
A few weeks ago I received the best damn music news I've heard since finding out that Bob Dylan's grandson got signed to Young Money (real talk). I don't care much about the business side of boom bap anymore, but this bombshell was loud enough to divert my attention from everything I hate about contemporary hip-hop.
VIDEO: Mayer Hawthorne live at Great Scott