So you guys know I’m a rapper right?
I don’t know what kinds of images that conjures up in your mind, but whatever you think a rapper is, I’m willing to bet it ain’t anything like me. I’m a grimy, gritty, underground MC. I rap about shit like pharmaceutical companies and banana slugs. My shit is so abstracted that many of my close friends that don’t know about the underground get this distant glaze in their eyes when they ask me to play one of my songs. It’s not that they necessarily think it’s bad…
They just don’t know how to listen to it.
In spite of the legions of die-hard fans that many of my heroes and mentors have, they barely register as a blip on the radar in the mainstream. Some people as old as their mid-twenties have no idea that there are people in the world that rap, that aren’t on TV. Or better yet, they don’t know that there are people in the world that rap, that have absolutely no intention of being on TV. The concept of the rap artist is foreign to them.
It’s probably foreign to you, too. But since you have some inclination to read blogs by crazy people, you may be more endeared toward that notion than the average person.
But how far are you willing to go?
Are you aware that there’s a such thing as nerd-core hip-hop? What about horror-core? Do you know what chopping is? Do you want to know?
Yeah?
Well… I don’t believe you.
We’ll do it like this…
You share what’s in your treasure chest and I’ll share what’s in mine…
Open Mike Eagle
