Day 68 - I've Got Something to Say, That's All I Gotta Say
Paraphrasing the famous Andre 3000 famous quote in the title of this entry, I feel a resonance which is contextually very far away from Outkast's. As the Atlanta based hip-hop duo were announced winners of the "Best New Rap Group" category at the 1995 Source Awards, Andre 3000 and Big Boi were greeted with immense hostility stemming from the predominant shared belief at the time that hip-hop is only for the west and east coasts. A chorus of aggressive boos from a scary and very tough (both physically and mentally) crowd surrounded the pair as they reached the stage. What could you possibly say in this moment?
Well, he nailed it. To the extent that 28 years later people still reference the quote today. Andre 3000 collected his award, approached the microphone and addressed the wrathful audience saying - "The south's got something to say. That's all I gotta say". An 11 word speech which absolutely addressed everything with such perfect brevity it almost had a punchy one-liner stand-up comedian feel to it. They immediately walked back to their seats. Smashed it.
For Outkast it was a perfectly succinct encapsulation of a paradigm shift. For me, I just can't be arsed. I have left a therapy session with various thoughts circling around my head, which could be utilised in writing, but none of them are nailed down and it all feels too soon to immediately process it all. Instead of doing the work myself, I have outsourced my internal processing mechanisms, lazily requesting notes to sum up my self-centred musings. One day they can be my blogging fuel. But for now, well, I've got something to day, but that's all I've got to say.
Well, he nailed it. To the extent that 28 years later people still reference the quote today. Andre 3000 collected his award, approached the microphone and addressed the wrathful audience saying - "The south's got something to say. That's all I gotta say". An 11 word speech which absolutely addressed everything with such perfect brevity it almost had a punchy one-liner stand-up comedian feel to it. They immediately walked back to their seats. Smashed it.
For Outkast it was a perfectly succinct encapsulation of a paradigm shift. For me, I just can't be arsed. I have left a therapy session with various thoughts circling around my head, which could be utilised in writing, but none of them are nailed down and it all feels too soon to immediately process it all. Instead of doing the work myself, I have outsourced my internal processing mechanisms, lazily requesting notes to sum up my self-centred musings. One day they can be my blogging fuel. But for now, well, I've got something to day, but that's all I've got to say.
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