1350 Okie Doke Street: Five Overrated Hip Hop Albums

Being a Libra often means one thing: I prefer harmony and avoid confrontation like the plague--often to a fault.  However, being the man Big Dadi Scribbler helped to raise also means I have no problem defending my position if that's what I believe wholeheartedly.  Besides, when you've gone a significant portion of your life flying under the radar, having the occasional unpopular opinion is light work.  With that said, the inspiration for this new posting series came from one of those "one gotta go" memes featuring Sade, Erykah Badu, Beyonce and Lauryn Hill.  Mrs. Scribbler and I talked about how people often make those memes to target a certain artist they feel is overrated, i.e., it's always Beyonce who takes that "L".  However, I have been in some of the most virulent arguments over everything from hip hop needing to be a form of "edutainment" to what makes a quarterback "elite" to anything regarding the Dallas Cowboys to...well...Beyonce.  So as an ode to the now defunct Dream turned Love Nightclub--which was more hype than actual dope, especially since I once had to beg a DJ to play go-go music in a nightclub in D.C.--I welcome you all to the grand opening of "1350 Okie Doke Street" where "controversy create conversation".  First up: I present five hip hop albums which I love, like or tolerate, but believe have been vastly overrated.  Preparing to lose friends and followers in five...four...three...two...one...

Scribbler's Rave & Favorite Five Special Edition: The Curious Soundtrack of Big Dadi Scribbler

Those of you who checked out my Mother's Day edition of the "Rave & Favorite Five" might have thought, "Awww, that's sweet...him love his momma!"  Facts, and don't you forget it.  Also, you may remember me saying that I come from a musical family not in the sense of trained singers or musicians, but just in a household of music lovers and Big Dadi Scribbler played the biggest role in shaping my musical tastes.  Much like I've had for the past ten years of living on my own, my dad had his own dedicated room for music that was full of vinyl and turntables--a room to which I would constantly follow him and fuel my fascination.  He's always had an excellent ear for music and knowing what songs would either be hits or could get people out on the dance floor and keep them there.  Furthermore, he's never been the type to limit himself to "age-appropriate" music.  Quick example before we begin...when he spent time down in Fort Lauderdale, he'd come back to D.C. with a bunch of Plies and Rick Ross mixtapes--often making me feel like I needed to play catch-up with him.  So as you'll see in the Father's Day edition of the "Rave & Favorite Five", there might be a lot more hilarity and head scratching involved with this tribute, so buckle up...