I can’t stop watching Chance the Rapper’s Grammy Performance.
He’s a treasure. Honestly and Truly.
As for the rest of the program, I didn’t see it, per se. I scrolled through the fallout on Twitter when I got off of work, actually. And the Twitter transcript revealed that the Grammy’s still ain’t shit.
I talked a lot about being optimistic about this awards season and of course it was the Grammy’s that had to shit on my wishful thinking.
Who the fuck is Twenty One Pilots?
The only saving grace for this year’s Grammy’s was Chano taking us all to church for five minutes and that oh-so (un)anticipated appearance by the by Holy Trinity.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more invested in an awards season. I have to say with the past two years of Oscars-so-white frenzy, I was beginning to think things would never change. And maybe all the blackness on display, this year, is a fluke, but if I’m being honest. They can’t continue to ignore us. And last year, black folks put in that work on the silver and small screen and gave us some of the most gripping television and movies that I’ve seen in a long time.
I already gave my spiel on the Golden Globes. Check it out here.
Hidden Figures and Moonlight continue to snatch these trophies. The SAG awards happened and it was magical. Taraji said what she said and all was well in the land. Indeed, Catherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughn are hidden figures no more.
Without question, 2016 was an unprecedented year in music. I mean…
And we can quibble over who had the best album, but personally, Coloring Book, was my personal favorite, hands down. The come-up for this young man has been astounding and I’m proud of him like he was my own brother. And this just in…
But I’m projecting this year’s Grammy ceremony to be a veritable smorgasbord of black excellence.
And we can’t forget about the coup de gras. The Oscars.
(Check out my post about my feelings on the noms here).
I don’t want to speculate, but I have a hunch – and its just a hunch – that Moonlight is taking Best Picture.
Let it be known that on the 1st of February in the year of our lord, 2017, the Queen herself announced the coming of not one but two heirs to the throne of Carter. Congratulations to the Carter family. I can rest assured that the seeds of generational wealth will be sown deep into the three Carter children, and maybe, just maybe, one of them will show themselves to be the avatar and save the world from Donald Trump. Lord knows his kind don’t die easy and even if he isn’t reelected, evil is like weeds, just can’t seem to get rid of it.
But enough about that flamin’ cheetoh, this is about us and our melanin and our greatness.
This month I want to do something different. There are endless resources on black history. Emphasis on history. Every year, black history is presented in retrospect – the “magical negroes” of yesteryear. Martin, Malcolm, George Washington Carver, Rosa Parks – the usual suspects.
I’m of the opinion that history is made on the daily. Look at the past few days. And black folks. Well, we been here. And barring all the fucked up shit going on in the world, still we manage to produce megastars, moguls, and influencers that continue to shape the culture.
So this is going to be a 28 day look at Black History NOW. Because we’re changing the world one Carter baby, one Ava DuVernay, one Migos at a time.