Let's celebrate one of the world's least-beloved vanity rap careers. Shaq's media career has been mostly met with aggressive indifference; the man apparently recorded five rap albums (meaning that the Shaquille O'Neal section at your local record store is exactly as deep as the A Tribe Called Quest section), and his two feature film starring roles are punch lines for hacky comedians the world over. He's clearly a charismatic guy, and hell, Michael Jordan's one big starring credit was a big hit, and that guy's personality is something akin to a rancid hunk of bologna. I think there's something just kind of off-putting about Shaq - the monotone voice, that constant smirk, the jokes that aren't nearly as funny as he (and his sycophantic beat writers) seem to think they are. He's self-aware but almost too self-aware, someone who would never let himself display anything resembling a genuine human emotion. He's kind of the anti-AI (whose vanity rap career never even got off the ground), a man who's just too self-possessed, too in control. He went from precocious man-child to crusty old Brit, without passing through any of the horrible bits of self-doubt in between that define the rest of us.
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Man, the 1990s. Pointless decade, or the most pointless decade?
Ha, Fu-Schnickens. Awesome. I mean, you know...Shaq, whatever, but I'm just happy that Fu-Schnickens made it onto the blog at some point.
RING THE ALARM AND STUFF.
I laughed at this sketch (you can judge me if you like), so they were kind of on my brain. I was going to just do a Shaq song, but then that came up and I figured, hey, that's destiny.
Next week Howlin Wolf + Ecclesiastes
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