“i am often asked why i don’t do commercials or ad campaigns or music videos and why i’ve turned down small fortunes from the corporate universe in favor of just carrying on with my own things.
i like to take walks. i like hiking in the woods around here and climbing the foothills and exploring the coast. it clears my head. i find new things. it’s something i’ll probably always enjoy doing.
so somebody comes along and says hey, i hear you like to take walks. how about i pay you to walk? you just have to walk around my house in circles for eight hours a day wearing a sandwich board that has a picture of my product on it.
no, i’d rather just walk through the woods and explore my own places out there, thanks. but what difference does it make? as long as you’re walking, why not make a lot of money from it at the same time? because money’s not the reason i take walks. it doesn’t really factor into it.
i take walks because i enjoy it. it’s something i’d do if i was rich and it’s something i’d do if i were poor. i guess maybe someone might pay me to walk around in the woods. but i’m gonna keep doing it anyway.“
- Don Hertzfeldt
We all have our little guilty pleasures in life, be it Tater Tots, MTV Cribs, or watching Nicholas Cage in The Wicker Man. For me, there is no pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater… than the fine art of White Rap.
Now, when most people hear the words “White Rap”, images of Eminem, The Beastie Boys and perhaps even the venerable Mark Wahlberg usually come to mind. To me, these people aren’t white rappers – just rappers that happen to be white.
True White Rap is what you get when you take an art form and have it performed by people whom it was never, ever intended for. The resulting product is something so awesome it’ll make you want to rip the face off of a 5th-grader.
So without further ado, here are 10 of the most outrageously badass White Rap songs… EVER.
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My bicycle got a punctured tire a few weeks ago, but since Orange County is such a small place I haven’t really been bothered enough to get it fixed yet.
So instead of just sitting around idly and doing nothing about it, I figured I’d write a bicycle haiku instead. A biku, if you will:
you were once my friend
now you just sit there and rust
useless piece of s***
Alrighty then. Time to walk to class.
