I have had this article on my mind for sometime and it was only until I managed to download Lil Debbie's whole back catalog from Youtube I began to spend more time with her music. I have many rap idols, some shit, some decent.
Being one of the whitest people on the planet it is sometimes funny to consider this interest in agro lyrics when I always sound like I am a jolly soul, but there is something quite beautiful about how the music is put together. It is quite shit, I admit, but its so right.
I'll take myself back a bit when I was visiting LA and we were staying on the LA strip. I had spent a lot of time with 2 Cupz, and I began to get familiar with the term ratchet and the word bitches suddenly became common occurrence in my headphones. I had never heard so many songs discussing asses giggling up and down. I had followed her on instagram and she was so gangster it hurts. On top of being strangely attractive she had this ore around her even when she produced a real clanger of a song. And alas her production values sky rocketed and she began to produce refined music with that kind of 'I've just made in a mates studio' feeling.
We found out she was in town and was playing with A$AP Rocky down the road. We instantly bought tickets. The travel had made us unbearably tired but we wanted go. I found my way into an XXL LA Lakers t shirt and got ready to go to the gig we paid for. We fell asleep.
We woke up and missed the gig.
But in this process the character I saw on Youtube become real and she was close. It was like a strange search for someone you thought was well hot and liked their music. I woke up one morning and headed out for a run up and down the LA strip. It was morning, the birds were chirping and the light began to rise. I imagined the probability that we might bump into each other. She'd stop me and go "Alex, want to smoke a blunt with me?"
I imagined the whole scenario. We would sit there and look over the LA skyline and talk about life. It would be the dankest weed.
Throughout this day dream the sun had fully formed and I headed back to the motel. There was something nice about this imaginary interaction.
I had previously made funny, or at least I found them funny, comments on her photographs. Such like "you could bake a cake from here" which was one of my personal favorites. I began to see she had changed considerably from her early days. She was more angry, less chilled and more about front. The rap game does interesting things to people. She began to seem like she needed to eat a few more meals. Maybe the weed was taking its toll. This made me sad.
I think she has gotten healthier now. I'm well glad.
It was these questions I never asked about Dr Dre, The sugar hill gang or Luniz. I never even thought about their dietary requirements. This interest became fascinating in itself.
This transition from the White Girl Mob and her time with Kreayshawn to a solo career has taken her from a teenager to a woman and the process undertaken is fascinating. The need to progress in the rap game has made her seem like she is acting up so much that it becomes unbelievable. Was she really like this? The persona became more important than her own personality.
This sounds like I am concerned for her but its not so much about that, much more about the transition rappers go through to achieve their status music in history.
And Lil Debbie is certainly not for the history books. But she is making bloody good stuff and looks mighty good doing it.
I hope she continues to make some more bangin' tracks.