You'll come up some, but for right now, lets just get down.

G'day,
Yo baby will you ride with me?
Yo baby will you die for me?
Yo baby, will you ride or die or ride or die?
-Those are the lyrics that have been swimming around in my head all the damn day. I only mention them as jumping off point, but really you must have pity on my generation. We were so inundated with that crap. I'm still dealing with the residuals of my complacent music consummation as a youth. I've allowed the likes of Lil' Jon, David Banner, The Ying Yang Twins (how could you mess up such a good name) to populate the airwaves by blindly conditioning myself to like a genre which has so little energy left in it at its main stream level. Although truth be told, I, like the Ying Yang twins, make girls flip when they see my dick.
Often though, in this debate the following argument arises and with a large degree of validity. The parallel that exists with bad hip hop is the same as with any genre of art it seems, one must dig around to find something of value. Surely, by turning on "Power 105," or any equivalent hit station, an individual can't expect to flipped on to some next level shit. Excluding Nickleback that is, whom is on aforementioned next level shit. Similarly, once hip hop found its niche (something that it is still struggling to fully do by the by) that is define itself, it has stayed there. Not unlike pop rock or rock, both of which stick concretely within the confines of the big three topics and riffs catering to an audience of willing consumers whom seem to be indifferent to good art(Note: agreed, bad can be really really good sometimes). The same constant goes in any art vein. One cannot judge the sole standing of the current artistic realm by taking the kitsch on a tide commercial and making grandiose statements about the artistic realm. Art can be formulaic when tempered with men whom make money from these endeavors. Thus, I place the blame squarely on consumers for dictating the path and allocation of consumer dollars and not demanding something better. I blame me.
This is not to give the hip hop industry, nor any artistic expression, a free pass to produce shlock. Not in the least. Focus on my last several statements, good art exists out there and we are here to consume it, but they must fight the good fight. Great art is rarely marketable on mass scales, therefore inhibiting it's ability to go mainstream. Hip hop did at one point come from some place real, however that has now been tainted with profit making. Let's get back there. That's what made me love it. I would like to love again.
Really though, who doesn't like to get a little Headsprung?

That being said, today, for what its worth has been quite good for me, as I hope it was for you. I post this update happier to be posting than I have in quite some time. I earned this leisure time today, and I think, there is no sweater R and R than the one languished for.
The sun never did shine today but it didn't have to for this cowboy, not today. I was indoors all day, questioning the very reason I attend class while attending school. Nice how paradoxes often work out.
Well, it seems as if, excluding excruciating and non-relevant details of my day, I've run out of things to comment on. Save for the explosive nature of the current national political scenes. Combustible at best. GO OREGON! I end with a quote from a Canadian Presidential advertisement currently running on the televisions of our neighbors in the Great White North. " A vote for my opponent puts a smile on George W. Bush's face."
Be real.