So Jack Harlow decided to make an album. Not a rap album—a neo-soul album.
And he went full-on 2001 dress mode. From the hat, to the pose, the shades, to the color. And no
one was mad at that. Maybe a few snickers when he named the album Monica, but…
And then he did the interview.
Wherein he was trying to explain that, unlike the culture vultures of the past (Post Malone and
Jelly Roll, I’m talking about you), he wasn’t going to use hip hop to leverage his way into a
country career. There are a lot of ways to say this right, but what you don’t say is:
“I got Blacker… I love Black music.”
Not while you’re in neo-soul face anyway.
Black Twitter had a field day. So we are not reviewing the album. What we are going to do is
have a laugh at the dragging, the cleverness that followed for 72 hours—escaping the
Twitterverse and spreading to Black digital communities like wildfire.
Witness the list. The names that Black folks cleverly came up with to capture the moment
The Names
My own personal entry to kick it off, Remy Sham
Charlie Kirk Franklin
Brian McWhite
Stevie Wonderbread
J’Nilla
D’Anglo
Arnold Kelly
Christopher Brown
Chris Not Brown
Mos Definitely Not
Yakub Kweli
Musiq Snowchild
Snow Alegbro
De La Stole
Vanilla Rice
LAY-Z
Common Sensible
The Weakend
Scott’s Torch
A Tribe Called Meh
Maxwelp
IRS-One
Ghostface Vanillah
Eric Beignet
Drew Hill
T-Injury
’Merica Badu
Andrew 3000
I love my people.