It was December, 2013. A Tuesday morning.
Of all the conversations and debates surrounding the best of the best in hip-hop — MC’s, groups, producers, labels — perhaps the most difficult to ascertain is what is the greatest year in hip-hop history.
This is not a new question, of course, but I thought I’d bring a new angle to it by determining the best through a 16-slot bracket tournament.
For years, it felt as if there were no interest in what went into the making of a hip-hop classic.
While other genres, most notably rock, had the backstories of their best results covered extensively (largely because it was often the favorite music of the people in charge of such things), there was not much insight into how a hip-hop classic is made.
Fortunately, that has changed and hip-hop documentaries abound.
I think about him often.
When I’m having a great day — after nailing a presentation or receiving a compliment from an executive — I’ll think of him and silently gloat, secure in my knowledge that he was wrong about me.
When I’m having a bad day — after a terrible presentation or making a careless mistake — I’ll think of him and wonder if he was right, that I was an overpaid disappointment.
It’s been over six months since I escaped his grasp, but he crosses my mind nearly every day.
For my first monthly reading review newsletter of 2018, I decided to do something a bit different and focus on the children’s books that my daughter has loved over the first five-and-a-half years of her life.
The November 2017 edition of my monthly reading newsletter.
Today, this blog reached 100 followers and so I wanted to take just a moment to thank all of you that subscribe. I’m truly grateful.
Even if you realize it’s hard, it’s still far harder than you realize
“I should write a book.”
It’s often misguided – and sometimes even dangerous – to put value, worth, and emotion into inanimate objects.