This blog is a story of girl meets boy.
The girl: a mild mannered aspiring kindergarten teacher by day, a hard core hip hop enthusiast by night (or by car as the case may be).
The boy: a rabid Coldplay fiend whose fandom ran so deep it hardly bothered him that his musical preferences caused him to spend the better part of a decade defending his heterosexuality.
She got her swagger back through dope rhymes and hot beats, he zenned out to soft synth sounds and tickled ivory keys. She fantasized about her recruitment to YMCMB, he dreamt that one day he’d replace Gwyneth in Chris Martin’s loving embrace. She could rap 99 problems in her sleep, he couldn’t tell a sample from a hook. She idolized Jay and Ye for watch the throne, he didn’t know Biggie from T.I.
When it came to the rest of their relationship she couldn’t help but feel that “it was all a dream”, but when it came to music, something had to be done. Unlike H.O.V she only had 1 problem and it was hip hop, son.
So she took to the tumblr-verse to create a hip hop curriculum of sorts. And just like that, Hip Hop Anonymous was born.
And it’s all good.
