#191 BITTER (LEX LUTHOR & A PROBLEM LIKE MARIA). we just never got around to finishing it. this is actually just a spiffied-up WIP of our collab, but i figured we might as well release it anyway. it’s been more than six months! haha. we’ll finish it one of these days.
may it never be said that i’m a one trick pony! never thought i’d attempt country, though.
who knows what the circumstances are, that she felt the need to make that sweeping statement? whatever the back story is, this just feels sad all around — a curtailment of musical creativity because of outside forces.
just saying, she can keep rapping and still be a vocalist. choosing not to play the “rap game” — like she said, whatever the fuck that means — doesn’t and shouldn’t take that away from anyone.
"rap game." that must be one of my most hated phrases of all time.
EDIT: JUST KIDDING. i think she means she’ll still rap but she won’t make hip hop music? not entirely sure.
“And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I’ve never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.”—Ray Bradbury in “Fahrenheit 451”