Dear Jay Electronica:
As someone who survived several rap decades, I’m going to give you some advice. You need to seriously address the concerns and questionable decisions on your career. You have worked hard to become a big name in hip-hop. You’ve paid your dues and you’ve grown lyrically since the release of Act 1: Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge) in 2007. You’ve arrived, buddy.
But all this delaying and cryptic nonsense is jeopardizing your career. No hipster or trendy revisionist is going to wait on you. Just ask Saigon. You can forget about all music spots on HBO’s Girls or those new Mountain Dew commercials. Those Jewish chicks at UPennn won’t be waiting much longer either. And if you can’t make them wait any longer, watch how fast literally the entire hip-hop culture forgets you. Did I mention Saigon yet? I know from experience how people and the music industry would like to turn their backs on you.
You have the fans, critics, supporters, record execs, lily white girls and Erykah Badu breathing down your neck because you’ve been lollygagging about this debut album forever now. Even Dr. Dre is shaking his head right about now.
Unlike the record industries, these people don’t understand the concept of public domain. They see you getting content forever by not rapping and they don’t like it. That’s why they’re on YouTube, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Pinterest, Instagram and probably Yelp throwing salt your way.
It’s a shame you can’t enjoy life without spending part of your Roc Nation/Pepsi Co earnings on heavy PR or fancying it up on the Rothschilds’ dime. Remember Saigon. you don’t want that to happen to you. Hip-hop has a rich history of fickle fans. Either put out that album or become that guy best known as what could-have-been or simply the male version of L-Boogie.
Trust me, you don’t want to go out like Saigon. It’s time you get serious, give the people what they want and stop being so lackadaisical about your music and the window left for you have for this career.
At Blue Ivy’s next birthday party you pull Jay aside and tell him to shit or get off the throne. Suit & tie my ass. There is only so many times we can go around saying Jay Electronica, Jay ElecHannukah or Jay ElecYarmulke with a smile on our damn faces. Let’s do this man!
An antsy fan (Philaflava)