SPECIAL EDITION: A LETTER TO THE AGING
Dear people aged 35 and older:
I’ve drafted this letter in earnest, as the result of the triumvirate catalysts of drugs, alcohol, and The Beatles Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. If you’re familiar you know the track “When I’m Sixty-Four”. For research’s sake, I just looked up Paul McCartney’s age: he’s 76 (and the lead on the song). The point is, Paul’s way past 64. Mr. Lennon and Mr. Harrison been gone. Paul was 24 when the sessions began. He spoke of 64 as if it meant being old and decrepit. It was blatant humor, tongue-in-cheek game spit to one of Paul’s young tenders. But my wasted interpretation leads me to the topic of this letter and tonight’s blog...old niggas gotta stop career hating on my young niggas. I’m absolutely tired of it. And I’m finna call each and every one of youse out. And you deserve it. Young folk, sit back and kick your feet up. I got this.
SIDE NOTE: Sgt Pepper’s... is such a fly album. I feel the R&B influence in it. The reprise of the title track ain’t nothing but a Clyde Stubblefield drum beat (Mr. James Brown’s drummer to the youth and ignorant old fake music aficionados). Oh yeah...You MF gotta stop faking and listen to Rock and Roll. Good music is good music.
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It’s about time that you old heads (I’m a certified old head but I’m not a certified hater) stop with the young nigga player hating. It’s quite disgusting. Totally. Being the journalist I am, I’m going to be as impartial as possible and call it 50/50.
So, I’ll begin with my age group. True indeed, a lot of these young MF are absolute weirdo material. You dress crazy, your music is trash, and you let an electronic device control your little fucking entitled lives. There, I said it. It’s the fucking truth. Period.
Now I shall proceed with my spin: I FEEL YOU YOUNG NIGGAS. COMPLETELY. ABSOLUTELY. Now, now...some of you dress like you’re mildly retarded (my bad, exceptional). And yes...73% of your music is absolute, utter basura. And yes, you are entitled. But guess what??? It’s your MF thing! Not mine!!! SALUTE TO MY YOUNG NIGGAS!!! DO YOUR MF THING!!!
Now, I’ll place my scholar cap upon my forehead and appease the journalistic part of this blog and break my argument down atom by atom...
In conclusion, I feel like it’s time to end the generational divide and try to come to some type understanding. And if that’s too ambitious, let’s just employ reciprocal respect. Next time you’re shaking your head at the actions of 17 year-old, remember what it was like when you were 17 whole years old and how rebellious you felt. But don’t get too nostalgic. Pay that damn cable bill before Verizon cuts your WiFi off. To the projects I’m ghost shorty rock, one love.
Ty Thompson, God’s Favorite