This anderson paak interview is pretty great. Reveals the sad reality that when some people pop up out of nowhere, they're actually popping up out of somewhere, and somewhere is often a pretty sh*tty place. He doesn't get into any real nasty details but I can feel the chill of depressing stories through the screen. There's also good stuff like long sought after recognition and vindication and all that kind of sh*t. I don't know if y'all are reading cuepoint on medium.com but they got good things going on. They got this one story everyone should read by sheila e about meeting prince for the first time and her playing percussion on michael jackson's "don't stop till you get enough" and her being generally f**king awesome.

Go see this movie. It's on netflix. I couldn't decide which poster to use, there's at least three dope ones. This sh*t is dope. It's funny, weird, affecting, creepy, all that sh*t! But you don't have to take my word for it, here's jay!...

Queen of Earth reminded me of all experiences I've had listening to someone I was dating tell me a complex, multi-layered account of a rift between their girlfriends and how I would always tune out when I realized that everyone involved was somehow at fault. My responses would usually end up sounding like this. "I get you're upset that Crystal didn't invite you to Jenny's party on Friday, but didn't you tell Crystal last week that you thought Jenny was fake?"

See what just happened? You might have missed it, but In an attempt to bring light to my partner’s perceived lack of self-awareness and hopefully offer up a little objective clarity, I've instead just f**ked around and picked sides. Along with Crystal being shady and Jenny being a tool, I've just became the guy who should probably, "go f**k Jenny and Crystal if they're so special"

"Jay, you. just. don't. under. stand." Maybe I don't. Maybe these stories are told in such microscopic detail that it's hard to see the full scope. It's always scary when you can't see sh*t. I can cite a couple of examples of note: the worms in Tremors, sharks, Glaucoma eyes, and now with Queen of Earth, a look at what lurks deep below the surface, hidden inside the baggage of a female friendship. It's terrifying.

This thing is wild. Complete waste of time. Also f**king awesome. It's automated so you don't have to do sh*t, just sit there and take in a journey through billboard rap history. Remember when cell therapy fought tooth and nail and eventually knocked gangsta's paradise out of the number one spot? me either, but that sh*t happened. Remember when 50 cent had number one, after number one, after number one? No berenstein bears on that sh*t, that sh*t happened.

Me and my lady were watching a vladtv interview, which is pretty hahaha but not the point. Vlad brought up the fact that fetty wap's dreads are extensions and my lady's mind was subsequently blown. I tried to remind her that one of the ying yang twins had mustache extensions but she didn't remember that sh*t! I went searching for the proof and goshdarnit if it wasn't hard as hell to find. So yeah I saved you all that trouble. It never occured to me back then that this motherf**ker not only had a fake "fu manchu" mustache but had also taken the liberty of rocking a rice paddy hat. Good lord. Hahahaha. good lord. 

David bowie was a g. He made the music he wanted to make, he dressed however the f**k he wanted to dress, and he slept with whoever he wanted to sleep with. I once saw him while speaking of the 70's, describe himself as a "closeted heterosexual", which is, hahahahaha. just like every person born post bowie, I was always aware of bowie. Truthfully though I never really listened to any of his sh*t until I saw the seu jorge covers of his songs in the film "the life aquatic". Despite not understanding a word, it was enough to entice me to delve deeper into his catalog. Since his death, a lot of interesting things have come out about bowie, but these are my favorites.

Bowie telling MTV they're full of sh*t.

Bowie telling coldplay their song song is weak.

hahahaha, you know, g shit!

This is the face you make when you're scrolling through facebook and see that your ex-gf is dating a rapper. This is also the face you make when you look up for a second on the bus and notice that everyone's staring at your exposed penis.