Music Ice Cube Can Take a Joke; His Fans Can’t
It’s funny: Ice Cube’s art is largely based in humor, yet I’ve noticed many of his fans lack that important quality.
Samuel L. Chesneau, The Stranger’s hiphop columnist from 2003-2004, has voiced his displeasure with this week’s article on Ice Cube, “Rhyme Pays—Again.”
The travesty of your article on a hiphop legend Ice Cube was a disgrace. I’m seriously offended at Mr. Bruce’s poorly written article when you have other more qualified writers available to do an objective piece. Since Jennifer [Maerz] left the music department is a fucking joke, please stop unqualified writers from thinking because they snorted a few lines with a dealer that rocks a pair of Bapes sneakers and a Goods hoody that they actually know something about our culture that the Stranger continues to exploit and sugar coat for the Capitol Hill audience. You have qualified writers on your staff (even former staff) at your disposal, use them and keep these clowns from writing about our community and culture.
The first sentence amply demonstrates Chesneau’s dubious grasp of the English language. Later, Chesneau makes the common and misguided assumption that Stranger writers do blow; I don’t know why this perception exists, but for the record, I hate the stuff and so did former music editor Jennifer Maerz. (Furthermore, Shaun Bruce, the author of the Cube piece, lives in Austin, Texas and doesn’t know Capitol Hill from Phinney Ridge.)
Then this self-appointed defender of hiphop’s honor has the nerve to say, “You have qualified writers on your staff (even former staff) at your disposal…” Sam, you got canned because your work ethic was lackadaisical at best and your prose dull. Your bitterness is as unbecoming as your writing.
For those who want a more reverent take on Ice Cube, check out Larry Mizell Jr.’s My Philosophy column. I informed Mr. Mizell that we would be publishing a humorous piece on Ice Cube and that he was free to weigh in how he wished. Next time Cube plays Seattle, I’ll run a sober, hyper-analytical critique of his distinctive use of metaphor and simile. Then y’all can slam us for taking the man too seriously.
Ice Cube’s a phenomenal rapper, an occasionally inspired actor, and one of the funniest guys ever to spit into a mic. Let’s be frank: he’s talented, but not flawless, and he’s not above some good-natured ribbing. The puzzling thing is, for such a witty individual, he sure draws his share of woefully humor-deficient fans.
Thanks, Josh. While still being inside baseball, this is really funny. My Ambien has turned to Adderall.