I am absolutely appalled by the bottle-gate sweeping the worlds of rap, R&B and now, mainstream pop culture at large. Currently, a criminal investigation is attempting to sort the throwers from the throwees.
Regardless of how it shakes out, it’s a low point for celebrities, their fans, and the people who cover them.
The aftermath has solidified Rihanna as the R&B and hip-hop Helen of Troy, with two (possibly even three) fools — Drake, Meek Mills and Chris Brown– willing to take leave of their common sense, and quite possibly compromise their freedom, in this embarrassing aerial attack that went down at a (now temporarily shuttered) SoHo club called W.i.P.
Among the injuries: Chris Brown’s bodyguard was seemingly scalped, a poor New Zealand tourist damn near brained, and hoop star Tony Parker ended up with an eye injury from flying glass.
SMH doesn’t quite cut it.
But no matter who you believe is at fault, this melee has confirmed one thing.
Chris Brown is already known more for personal turmoil than talent, but Drake too is on the verge of being lost.
This Degrassi star-turned-hip hop phenom has become caught up in his own hype, and taken his detractors up on their triple dog dare that he toughen up.
It would be easy to blame his label, Young Money, for this Tupac-like transformation. For, let’s not forget, thug life was an after-effect for Pac, who also had dabbled in the fine arts before he became the tatted up West Coast martyr we all loved and, unfortunately, now mourn.
And Drake isn’t too far from this fate unless he tightens up. This emo rapper, if he indeed kicked off the projectile showdown with a mocking “got yo girl” note to Brown, seems more concerned with his rep than his rap career. His lyrics have taken on a much more menacing tone, and his willingness to get into it with his naysayers is much more apparent.
I personally can take some responsibility for scoffing at his sucker-for-love lyrics and singing-verging-on-whining, but here are some other folks– infinitely much more influential than I– who contributed to his decidedly unwise alter ego. Here is who truly paved the way for his fall from grace:
I love this blog. I love, unconditionally, the anonymous entity behind the blog. Relentless N-bombs notwithstanding, it is about the funniest thing you can read. But the Ghost– who writes convincingly from the mythology-laced, profane perspective of Wu-Tang’s Ghostface Killah– has metaphysically merked Drake. The examples are infinite, but take for starters, the notion he assigned the artist multiple positions on the list of softest MCs in the industry. His review of “Take Care” alone is enough to drive any full grown man to madness. Read it and (don’t) weep.
The Chicago MC, whom I highly respect, says he wasn’t targeting Drake with “Sweet,” the 2012 “Death to Autotune” anthem that takes rappers to task for sing-rhyming their way to the top of the charts. But whether the younger rapper was intentionally mocked or not, he took deep offense and sparked a war of rhymes that he ultimately lost. When Com called the gent “Canada Dry,” I died inside. I can only imagine how Drake felt.
I can’t single any particular Tweep out, but Twitterites went full rotisserie roast on “Take Care” when it debuted toward the end of last year. Trending topic #takecarecomeswith suggested the album came with kitten tail-soft accessories, such as photos of Drake washing Lil Wayne’s hair, pictures of him weeping, and…well, check some of the insults (and his response) here. Check out Drake’s response. Dude was clearly on the edge right there.
Fast forward to now…
It all adds up to a recipe for a rapper gone AWOL. Whether or not I thought Drake was gifted, I was at least relieved to have one MC on the radio who wasn’t boasting about pushing weight or easy access to Desert Eagles. Now, it seems the goading, pressure and mockery have gone to his head. I only hope he sees the error of his ways before he follows some of these other MC martyrs into a prison cell.
Just ask Diddy, the shiny suit wearer whose real-life Bad Boy antics at a nightclub put him inches from incarceration back in 1999 and ultimately ended Shyne’s career with a bid. I’m sure the Ciroc king is happy to be selling bottles now, rather than being accused of throwing them. My advice to Drizzy is: Follow the former path.
Your turn: Who do you blame for bottle-gate? Do you think Drake’s attempt at a tough persona is at least partly to blame in this mess? Have celebs lost their minds letting Twitter beef turn into a real life brawl?
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