2012 was big year for hip hop in Chicago. Back in June, while working on a piece for XXL, I had the opportunity to chop it up with FakeShoreDrive founder Andrew Barber right as the wave was hitting it’s full swing. We talked about the struggle of the Chicago scene to get national recognition and whether or not Chief Keef and company can keep the momentum going.
It’s interesting listening to this in December, now that Keef’s album only sold 50k it’s first week and rumors about him being dropped from Interscope are circulating around the internet.
Having the opportunity to interview talented people that I’m a fan of has been a highlight of my year in 2012. Not the least of which was 88-Keys. I’m a huge fan of his production dating back to Mos Def & Talib Kweli’s Blackstar album and his album The Death of Album was one of my favorites in 2008.
I was able to catch up with 88 earlier this year after he laced Jay-Z and Kanye with “No Church In The Wild.” We talked for about an hour about his work on that album, previous albums, his new label and the difference between this internet generation and others before it.
Somewhere between my love for obnoxious and arrogant rap music, sports, cute and smart white girls that wear glasses, potent marijuana and romantic comedies…there’s my love for writing. Seriously, one night back in 2005 I wrote a review (strictly for personal use) of Kanye West’s Late Registration while watching Spanglish and smoking with cute white chic who worked in the office next to mine. Eventually I turned that album review in to my college newspaper and it became my first published album review.
Now, in 2012, I can hardly imagine any scenario that contains me writing an 800-word review of an album without being assigned to do so. Even with an assignment i’m sure there’d be a ton of procrastination involved. My homegirl wrote an essay a few words describing her struggles in writing with complete honesty. Meanwhile I’m having trouble writing four consecutive tweets on the same subject.
That said, I’m gonna roll up, watch Natalie Portman in No Strings Attached and enjoy my Saturday….by myself. This shit has nothing to do with anything but it was how I was feeling at the time.