back in the days
28 Sep 2005when I was a teenager.. I used to listen to A Tribe Called Quest a lot more (it was mandatory for my generation, actually.)
Jackson informed us that today is Tribe Called Quest day at work. Well, I’m not at work, but I am obliging, anyway.
It’s been a while since I thought about ATCQ, actually. These guys get credit for breaking a lot of new ground – including, let’s face it, bringing hiphop to a lot of white people.
I pretty much stopped paying attention to ATCQ after Midnight Marauders when I discovered De La Soul (which regrettably has also proved to be a deadend as of late, but I digress). A lot of people pinpoint Beats, Rhymes and Life as the downfall of the tribe, but I actually can handle some of this album – it’s not that bad. The Love Movement really represents the epitome of depressing sell-out to me. Not shameless sell-out, but rather self-conscious sell-out. In those stupid white suits and the half-hearted attempts at *bling*. They clearly tried to sell out, but they didn’t want it. The result? A very lame attempt at selling out, and a terrible album.
But let’s not dwell on the future when we have the past. Low End Theory? Molto bene!
Here’s the shit u toad fucking horse cock. You said that you wanted a good troll (whaatever the fuck that is) so I’m going to assume that it means hate post to all you nerdy fags out there. Here goes: You post on this blog of yours because it amkes you feel good. You do it and post comments on other people’s blogs because it amakes you feel like you actually have friends. While you are too much of a lardass to get up and walk 15 feet to the local bar(because that would be pushing it for you), you lay in the same spot all day every day shitting on youself and pissing on yourself because you dont have the energy to go to the bathroom. Back to the blog scene. It makes you feel like you have firends, when in reality you dont. You post pussy shit on other peoples blogs hoping that they will reply to you and tell you what a great person you are. In reality this is not true. You are just a lost soul hoping for sex, even though you will never actually meet anyone you blog with. You are too much of a huge fatass sissy bitch to do anything meaningfull. You dont care about your weight and will die at age 36 from a heart attack while overexerting yourself trying to tie your shoe.