Ainda Mais Pryor

Elogio fúnebre de Greg Tate no Village Voice. Com esta ideia perturbante, porventura batida pela nostalgia mas certeira qb, para reflexão: «We're smarter about money, careers, and lawyers now thanks to Pryor and Ali, who not only raised the price tag on performative Black culture but rendered unto it the currency it has today. What's been lost in the Faustian nigga bargain is that fearless, breakneck do- or-die-for-the-art-and-The-People ethic Pryor and Miles and Nina and Jimi and Marvin brought to the Culture—that quality of tortured, intrepid, and successful Black genius looking into an abyss that winked back before they laughed, then leaped into that mother, spearfishing for pearls. Lauryn Hill, D'Angelo, and Dave Chappelle are as gifted, charismatic, and sharp as any who've come before, but you get the sense they'd all rather just be crazy than be the kind of crazy about your art that has you drop a That Nigger's Crazy, Bicentennial Nigger, Is It Something I Said?, or a What's Going On, Let's Get It On, and Here My Dear in rapid succession.»