So it's been a pretty good week for Nashville hip-hop — there's a new KidDead, a new Perfect Hours, a new 24/7 and a new track from Brian Cameriino — but I've been up all night fielding panicked phone calls and frantic emails from my friends and family back home in Boston, and it's tough to really concentrate on anything else. This situation back north is entirely fucked, and being sleep deprived and strung out isn't helping my state of mind. I apologize to everyone who was hoping for the new local hotness, but my brain is in other places. OK, it's in one place: back in Beantown.
There is a peculiar sort of fear that comes with having your hometown "shelter in place" because there's a psycho on the loose, an intense variety of guilt and shock in seeing your old stomping grounds explode over and over again on the news, an unwavering anger that rises up every time somebody tries to exploit this thing to push their political agenda. It's been a flood of emotions and anxiety, a level of worry that I rarely encounter in my day-to-day life. Everybody I know is safe and unharmed, but it's still a lot to process, especially being so far a way. And so I'm going to deal with it the only way I know how: listening to music. So say a prayer to the deity of your choice, send positive vibes skyward and join me on a quick journey through the best hip-hop to ever come out of The Hub of the Universe.