“i’m getting cheese like omelettes is, and i’m the toast of the town like Thomas'”
i love love love the unexpected connections between lyrics and life. so it’s no secret that the otherside is my joint off the new roots album, but honestly, i had no idea who Thomas was. honestly, that whole verse is phenomenal, my favorite of 2011. i just happened to stumble across a passage about miz hamilton’s breakfast rush where she describes the number of eggs and Thomas’ that she goes through on any given day-and i had to check up on the english muffin and bagel company-this is enough of a link for me to be giddy to be privy to the confirmation of my conflated interests. to find reflection in the food text back at hip hop, or, my frustration with spoken word artists, check this technique:
“The reader reads aloud, with a sing-song up…then down…then down again cadence. My mood shifts from merely reluctant to derisive. It’s a tired reading style. I’m sick of it. It attaches more importance to the words than the words themselves-as they’ve been arranged-could possibly sustain, and it gives poets and poetry a bad name. Which is not what I came to graduate school for; I want to forever admire poets. I arrived believing there was meaning and purpose in this work, that this work gives more than it takes, that it helps out.” (104)
“step in my area, let me show you who the highness is.”
some good throne-watching advice, if i ever heard it.