(Warning the microphones were really off this episode. Please listen at a low volume) We’re black I mean back with another episode. Apologies for the delay. At @2:00 we play a game of family feud and clown on it. At 8:53 we BRIEFLY talk about the alert text lol. At 9:00 we discuss Kanye West rant on SNL. At 19:00 Rob’s thoughts on Eminem’s album Kamikaze. At 25:36 the Venom reactions. At 30:30 A Star is Born review. At 38:00 Titans reactions. At 46:00 we talk about Elon Musk. Enjoy and don’t worry the mics will be fixed next episode.
Hey maaaaan, Rob Lee here. So as I mentioned in my post about Charles Mingus, I’ve gotten more into jazz. My dad, the original Lord Lee, I’m not sure if he has the nobility that I have – I may have been more of a nominal title – you know, like a doctor with no normal training. Let’s call him General Lee – naw that’s no good – he’d get that Robert E. Lee thing – which tormented his early years. Which he hated. Let’s go with proto-Lord Lee (PLL) for segmentation purposes. PLL, Rudy and I worked together at Verizon as janitors. This is the same Verizon where many of the early episodes of Robcast where recorded – specifically the ones with Torin.
Anywho, on that ride from the mean streets of Baltimore city to Hunt Valley we’d be covered in the jazzy jazz – that’s close to jizz – we’d listen to music. Specifically, Morgan State University’s WEAA 88.9 radio station. I thought it was corny and thought it boring. I didn’t get it. Like I’m pro-black but in a nuanced way – I don’t like typical shit, stereotypes and so on – many of these stereotypes are strengthen and used for financial gain from the actual people who are victimized by it. I cringe at shit like this but I’m very into people of color. Jazz is super black, black people making their rules, their music and being great – I recognize that, then I did not.
Back to the music, so Gary Ellerbe seemed like a nice guy and a qualified host – I just didn’t have anything for him or the music. I was too young, not seasoned enough. I wanted to get it but it’s that thing of you have to not like what your parents like I suppose. PLL loves jazz music – strangely my dad and I have similar musical tastes. I like The Doors, Santana and Gil Scott-Heron. He grew up to their music and, in a way, so did I. Conversely, my dad likes Kanye West, I feel responsible for this. I think when I was a kid my dad shaded my musical tastes – he described Wu-Tang Forever as just a bunch of niggas whining. That cut me deep and may, unconsciously, have triggered my shading of a whole genre of music.
Interestingly, I liked jazzy hip-hop or jazz rap that was a constant in the 90’s like A Tribe Called Quest, The Roots (shout our Questlove – we share a birthday ) and so on. I was exposed to jazz music – my dad isn’t great with computers so one exercise he’d do is him sending me a list of artists or songs to download – it would all be jazz – my fake-nemesis. I would begrudgingly download it, place it on a flash drive, and deleting it from my hard drive, never listening to it. I cut the jazz out like a cancer. So, moving forward to recent days, I was hit hard by the jazz bug. I would bond with my dad using the music as a soundtrack. I feel this is something PLL knew was coming and he is thrilled that it’s happening now. Jazz is freedom, it’s black, emotional and deep. Now I can firmly say sans pretension that Thelonious Monk, of which I enjoy a beer named after, Charles Mingus and John Coltrane are artists on my iPod. That’s no early feat.