So, that new blog project I have mentioned from time to time on this site is finally up and running. At least, phase one is.
If you are interested in checking it out, head over to Roused to Mediocrity and check it out.
So, that new blog project I have mentioned from time to time on this site is finally up and running. At least, phase one is.
If you are interested in checking it out, head over to Roused to Mediocrity and check it out.
As an emcee, he is actually remarkably unremarkable. His flow is usually stunted and unimaginative, rarely is there a clever turn of phrase to be found, and often words don’t even rhyme (and not in a intentional, poetic way, just in your average, lack of skill way). However, in spite of it all it cannot be denied that Jay-Z is one bad-ass motherfucker. He is the king of the Hip Hop world, both in finances and in influence. He is as powerful a force as there is in musical entertainment. In his own words (and this is one of the few clever turns of phrase he’s offered), /i’m not a businessman/ i’m a business, man/
Also, let’s not forget his ability to wear a t-shirt and sunglasses with such casual sexiness and swagger that he makes it look like a finely tailored suit.
And, since it is entirely possible I will never blog about Jay-Z again, here is another.