Lamenting Little Brother Curtain Call
Lamenting Little Brother’s Curtain Call
By Edward M. Garnes, Jr.
Phonte, Ed, Big Pooh photo: shannonmccollum.com
“First the Fat Boys break up now this…there is nothing to believe in anymore.”—Chris Rock’s character Bony T in the movie Boomerang
Channeling a pop cultural phrase from Eddie Murphy’s cult classic Boomerang is the best way to sum up the end of another hip hop era. And while I often crammed to understand the befuddlement of classic hip hop separations during my youth, like Leaders Of The New School and A Tribe Called Quest, the grown ass man in me now understands every artist must define themselves for themselves.
For selfish reasons, every fan, who rocked Little Brother to alleviate the consternation of an anal retentive boss, ward off the residue of an ignit’ ex, or inspire another down payment on a deferred dream, wants the musical journey to never end. But fo’ real fo’ real, we should allow artists the luxury of evolution. With the odds unfairly stacked against two cool cats whose tight wordplay, blue collar worldview, and anti hip pop stance was often lost on radio programmers, Little Brother succeeding in winning a prize much greater than awards copped from any stamp of approval society; our hearts.
Peep the new joint “Curtain Call” from Little Brother’s final release Left Back.
Edward M. Garnes, Jr. is a sweet tea drinking hip hop head whose social commentary appears on Little Brother’s critically release Get Back. The founder for From Afros To Shelltoes, Garnes is an award winning writer, activist, and counselor co-signed by dead prez, Dr. Cornel West, and grandma’s the world over.
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You always on point homie thx for the photo credit too!
Man those cats put out solid work I bump “The Minstrel Show,” like it just dropped. I know 9th is producing some big things, and Phonte has the whole Foreign Exchange thing but what is Big Pooh going to do after the breakup? You never want to be the Praz (Fugees) or Mc Ren (NWA) of the break up.