The surest sign of a successful rapper, for example, is his willingness to rap a verse over the anodyne pop song of a white starlet. She sings; he raps; she tries to dance; he stands behind her, looking impressed. If you squint it looks no different than that old tap dancer Bill Robinson clapping his hands and grinning as Shirley Temple dances in front of him. The black artist lends authenticity to the white star; the white star legitimizes the black artist. The music may have changed but the deep structure remains the same.

byut:

Basim Magdy

monobeartheater:

snark0lepsy:

The Whitest Kids U’ Know x

whitest kids u know arent even close to fucking around

rhythmicrap:

One Of Those Nights

inspectorjavier:

#9daysofb99 day seven: favorite quotes pt. 2

4thofjulys:

either that was a firework or another tribute is dead 

modern-vampires-of-art-history:

René Magritte, Not to be Reproduced (1937) / Vampire Weekend, White Sky (2010)

coelasquid:

I found out that if you give your tomato plant adequate water and fertilizer you run the risk of it never flowering because consistently comfortable conditions convince the plant that there is no environmental pressure to spread and reproduce.

You can literally be a helicopter tomato parent and grow a spoiled directionless manchild tomato plant.

thm.