Straight Outta Compton is pretty cool so far. And by the way, Pitchfork gave it a 9.7, and if you know anything about insufferably pretentious, if well-done, music reviews, you know that this is a pretty huge deal. Like I said, I really like it, but I've only listened to the whole thing once through as of yet.
Emily discussed the weird "front" that is so prevalent in rap culture in last night's post. In rewatching ep 12 of the Wire last night, my group saw an example of said front. We were kind of laughing about D'Angelo's weird knit/rugby/zipper concoction of a shirt. He quickly goes inside to change into it, which is a two-minute endeavor, but ultimately seals his fate. Had he not been preoccupied with his looks, had he not come out with a slow, exaggerated shoulder-pinch, he would never have gotten caught. Krzys has alluded to the similarities with Greek tragedy in The Wire, and in a way, D'Angelo's vanity, his 'front', is his Achilles' heel... it ultimately destroys him.
more later
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