With all the free time the single life affords me, I’ve been able to turn a lot of places for insight. Recently, I’ve started turning to hip hop.
The yearning, burning lovin’ of pop music takes hold of my brain in ways that the most highbrow of art cannot. It is the human experience condensed into three-minute bursts of perfection. It is effortless to consume but it is powerful.
Hardboiled rappers, sensitive indie strummers, and saccharine pop stars simply aren’t equipped to cover love as well as the best soul men.