What a load of self-important artist bullshit. Enough already. We get it. Millions of people know who you are, and I could throw a dart at a map on the wall and bet that wherever it lands, ninjas know your music. Impressive. Salute. But that’s where shit stops.
People in third world countries are still starving whether or not your sound check goes well. Fifteen year old girls in India are getting gang raped as we speak, despite your impressive iTunes sales. Today, people in Marcy Projects were shot, robbed, and laid off – despite the fact you remind a world-wide cable TV paying audience where you came from.
“Jay Z: Made In America” chronicles the making of an epic concert featuring the whose who of a kewl hipsters’ Ipod.
Jill Scott and Skrillex to Passion Pit and Dirty Projectors, the city of Philly was treated to a neato concert.
Leave it at that.
Instead, this hour-plus long documentary captures the deep thoughts of various artists pontificating on how difficult it is to walk the fine line of being a successful musician and reminding themselves of their innate planetary responsibility to stay in tune with their meager beginnings.
Suck my Kenyan cock, Janelle Monae. Blow me after, Reverend Run.
You don’t speak for me, nor are you in touch with how I’ve lived in the last ten years.
These jerkoffs are just as stupid as Dennis Rodman speaking on world affairs after a trip to North Korea proclaiming Kim Jung Un is a “cool guy.”
You make songs. You got famous for making songs. You got rich from making songs. Be happy, and shut the fuck up.
OMIGOSH it’s so ill that you sold crack in the very streets where you owned .0005 of the Brooklyn Nets, Jay-Z…It doesn’t mean your a national treasure, dickhead…it means you came the fuck up. That’s it.
If you’re so concerned with the human condition, why does Marcy Projects still exist? All that Buddhism, traveling, and investing didn’t move you to save everyone in one single housing project? No? Kill yourself then. Don’t give me advice.
With that said, enjoy this fresh new documentary featuring many of your favorite artists, nicely filmed by Ron Howard, and available on Showtime.
Link after the jump..