Last week there was a great article on the idiot in the New York Times and now I'm going to share some of my favorite lines from that article with you:
(What is the role of Asher Roth? 'I have to embrace this role of playing video games?' 'I have to embrace this role of being plucked out of my mediocre college by a music executive that wanted to be a rapper but couldn't and will now vicariously live through me while using his connections to get people like Luda to pretend they give a shit about me and respect me on youtube videos?' 'I have to embrace this god awful role of smoking tons of pot?' I mean, Andrew W.K. - that dudes got a tough role to embrace. He wrote like 90 songs about partying. And then 30 more that weren't good.)
"I have no real gimmick," he said, shrugging.
(Nope, no gimmick here.)
"Raised by a father who is the executive director of a design firm and an herbalist-astrologer-yoga-teacher mother, he’s unfailingly affable, with a bit of Ferris Bueller-style naughtiness thrown in."
(Did I really need another reason to hate on dude. HERBALIST-ASTROLOGER-YOGA-TEACHER... aka my favorite people in the world.)
"he would walk around his family’s home in Morrisville, Pa. — a racially mixed town of about 10,000 a half-hour northeast of Philadelphia — and rap for long stretches of time, a practice his father took to calling 'rap Tourette’s.'"
(This is his executive director father likening his passion for hip-hop to a neuropsychiatric disorder.)
(Not even gonna...)
(I have a lingering suspicion that all three of these things are not at play upon listening closely. In fact, I bet NONE of these three things are at play upon listening closely.)
(You said it, dog)
"I’d be like, I’m going to go over here with my college kids and just be who I am. But hip-hop is now that too, and we have to come to terms with the fact that hip-hop is so Morrisville, P-A, now."
(I actually do not have to come terms with the fact that hip-hop is so Morrisville, P-A, now. If I did actually have to do that, I'd go out samurai style.)
I've talked about Asher's "naive thinking in the sense of race" and the gem he dropped on the A Millie Remix he did [[["you know the world's gone mad/ when blacks wear plaid"]]] before but Leif stopped by our myspace with a present and an excuse to bring it up again:
EVERYONE: THIS PHOTO IS INDICATIVE OF THE WORLD GOING MAD.
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"I mean, Andrew W.K. - that dudes got a tough role to embrace. He wrote like 90 songs about partying. And then 30 more that weren't good."
YOU ARE MY FAVORITE DUDE
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