Music is one of the tools I use to prevent myself from slipping into middleagedhood (not a word). You know, that stage where you start complaining about music not being what it used to be. Thanks to Tiny Desk, I keep a pretty nice rotation of new (but old by the time I find out about it) music. Last week, Amine showed up in my queue.
Amine is Ethiopian, was born and raised in Portland, and built his rap skills by dissing rival high schools. Are rival high schools really a thing?
Then again, I didn’t go to a real high school so I don’t know how these things work. In 2014, he released his first mixtape, was broke, blah, blah, blah, and here we are (or something like that).
At first listen, I clutched my pearls. Like most rap, it’s vulgar but then I remembered that I came from the “back that azz up” era and started enjoying it. My favorite songs are: Veggies, Caroline, Spice Girl, and Heebiejeebies. I like: Sundays, Turf, Blinds, Dakota, Slide, and Beach Boy. I detest: Yellow, Hero, STFU, Wedding Crashers, and Money.
The thing I love most is the random ad-libs from Charlie Wilson throughout the album. It’s quite the treat and actually works but what do I know? Read and share my previous post: Naturalversary. Subscribe, like, and follow me @pinkgumbeaux.