"I’m 25 years old and you’re talking about reputation and legacy. C’mon man, I’ve got more years and a lot more time to play this game of basketball.”
- LeBron James after the Cleveland Cavaliers’ Game 5 loss to the Boston Celtics
LeBron is dead wrong.
For seven seasons, we have watched the development of a basketball player whose skills and achievements on the court and off it have seemingly belied his age. But in this rare moment, LeBron James showed exactly how young he is – and how much he has to learn before he takes his rightful place as an all-time great ballplayer.
And since the most overhyped free agency period of all time is finally upon is, his legacy has never been more important.
In sports, legacies are everything. For long after he scores his final bucket or snares his last rebound, history will decide whether James’ tower of successes withstands the test of time.
For all the rumors, delays, leaks, high profile collaborators, and so forth that I’ve heard, I was honestly expecting this Detox album to be Thriller-big. And if it isn’t even close to that stratospheric level (and it won’t be), Dre has no one to blame but himself.
The 45-year-old producer is a notorious perfectionist. He visits and revisits his creations until they fit his liking, and most reports blame this obsession for the long wait for his third studio album.
After hearing a leak of the first single, “Under Pressure” featuring Jay-Z, I’m officially no longer looking forward to Detox. Especially if the rest of the album sounds anything like this.
I don’t care that the song, clocking in at two minutes and thirty seconds, might not even be a finished version.
I don’t care that some of the confirmed producers for the record include Hi-Tek and RZA. Or that Common, Eminem, Pharrell, Ice Cube, Raekwon and T.I. have also been invited to the proceedings.
some of you people are turning that sabina link i sent earlier into something super ugly. my timeline and fund raising efforts obviously state that i am out for justice in her senseless murder.
BUT. i cannot look into this boy’s eyes http://twitpic.com/1xageo and be all dismissive like “this fucking monster” as im sure most of us (specially those of us who knew sabina and were regulars at PYT) will react. and i understand the passion behind it. make no mistake, i understand the passion behind it.
this is NOT me being irresponsible nor an apologist in the matter.
but you HAVE to understand it from my shoes:
i too at one point was an 18 year old black man from philadelphia. the 2 west philly neighborhoods i grew up in (to my knowledge) —with the exception of my next door neighbor and my best bud down the street—all the lives have been claimed in my age range. like seriously. if there were a reunion of all the kids in my age range from born from 1971-1976 that i grew up playing ball with and summer day camp and breakdancing and trading pac-man game patterns with, out of the combined 24 of us? (3 cousins included) only 3 are STILL LIVING or NOT in jail for a long time.
"The Madbury Club is published from the attic of an ancient estate somewhere on the East Coast. A bull horn stands proudly above The Madbury Club headquarters and inside a small oak wood lined room a dedicated and impassioned group of individuals dedicate themselves day and night to setting their work apart from the complete mediocrity that exists nearly everywhere else."
As a DJ, standing behind the table and slinging tracks faster than the stock cars at Indy can bring about a feeling of… euphoria. In fact, one of the most egotistical places to be at is behind the turntables while everyone else in front of you is jumping and rockin’ to your beat which, if you’ve done it right, matches everyone’s heartbeat.