I didn’t realize how much time had gone by since I last checked in with you guys. November 6th, a Wednesday. I had felt myself slowly drifting back into that familiar darkness for weeks but decided I’d stay in the light, smile, engage, and make…
I bought my first Jay-Z cd during my freshman year of college. Late bloomer, I know. Thinking back, I can still remember the rush of excitement I felt as “The Ruler’s Back” blared through the speakers in my Dad’s Chevy Equinox.
Like most people, I had heard Hov’s radio hits, but never really took the time to listen to any of his albums from start to finish. That day, I sat in the front seat of the truck and read the booklet insert from cover to cover as the music consumed me.
My fascination with Jay, his music, and his business moves had grown more and more leading up to that point so I needed to familiarize myself with every person he mentioned on those pages. I needed to know the producers of other songs he spat out, the instrumental details, the mailing address listed inside, shoutouts, everything!
For so long, we’ve seen images of a child, eyes filled with disappointment in a system that had clearly faild her. On stage last night though, sat a woman. Poised. Resilient. Hopeful.