You can plan a pretty picnic but you can’t predict the weather

I’m going to take advantage of my blogging high to counter my reflective mega entry with a cultural mini entry.

Outside of the underground hip hop club, (which I like to pretend I’m a member of) many are completely ignorant of the sheer beauty and sonic awesomeness of the band Outkast. They’re popular, but don’t get the respect that their innovation deserves. Take the song and album Aquemini for example:

Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain, nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
it’s him & I Aquemini

It's him and I, Aquemini

I could go on about Outkast forever – the sweet and aching verses from “Art of Storytellin’ Part 1” and “A Life In The Day Of Benjamin André,” the dark, spacey loops and spastic beats of songs like “Red Velvet,” and then and all those smooooth smoooth songs that just make you wanna get down, like “Spread” and  “Spottieottiedopaliscious.”

They’re not afraid to sing, to use real instruments, to rap about death, love, regret, politics, or anything that is part of their lives

Seriously, if you don’t listen to Outkast, you are missing something in your life. Believe me.

Also: Is it a problem that my header picture bears a distinct resemblance to crack?


One Response to “You can plan a pretty picnic but you can’t predict the weather”

  1. Alex Gleckman Says:

    What? Are you saying that some people don’t appreciate Outkast? They must be so old so dirty.

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