There are certain situations in life that boggles the mind. A series of events that perplexes you to the point where your head actually hurts from analyzing it. Then, there are W.T.F. moments. These are the particular moments that not only puzzles you, but vexes you so much that it deserves a harsh diatribe. So, every so often we will unleash those “inner thoughts” that we all think, and share them with you as those W.T.F. moments occur. Let the onslaught begin…
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So we were at the Manifesto Festival Sunday night to take in some home grown talent, but what we witnessed and heard from the crowd at Manifesto was on some ignorant bullshit. How the hell does our city expect to be up there with the likes of other cities when our people screw their faces and ball out, “where’s the next act?!?” at our own artists? I mean, I shouldn’t really be surprised. To think that our city might have finally shed the “screw faced capitol of the world” title…bullshit. Not even close when we still have dumb haters hating. Some even went as far as saying that they were proud of that title…what? Proud of what? The fact that you’re hating on someone actually talented and trying to better our city? And you’re proud of that? That’s pathetic, to say the least. Now, don’t get me wrong, if the artist is wack and has no talent whatsoever, I’d be the first person screwing my face. But tonight, we had Solitair, Tona, Saukrates and Colin Munroe performing in front of their home crowd and performing their asses off, but people were standing there, eyes rolling and not even paying no mind to any of them. It was especially worse for Colin Munroe as people around us were booing the poor dude. Like, are you fucking serious?!?! Real talk, and no disrespect to Drake (because I’ve been a big Drizzy stan since day 1…as in circa Room For Improvement days), but if he came on stage, trust…people in Oakville would’ve heard the crowd. The funny part though: the fools that hated tonight, are the same people that screwed their faces when Drake first came onto the scene and all of a sudden, because he’s now huge in the US, call him their idol. See, that’s the problem with these leeches, they only see fame and dollars.
Even if you didn’t like these home grown talents, at least respect them for coming from your own backyard and trying to make it. Because at the end of the day, they’re all putting Toronto on the map. And for all you aspiring artists that hated tonight, y’all are dumb as shit. Did you ever realize that by screwing your face, kissing your teeth and hating on other Toronto artists, you just fucked up your chances of becoming big? Like, really. They are all paving (or have paved) the way for you newer artists. So if it weren’t for Kardie, Drake, Saukrates, BrassMunk, Colin Munroe, Choclair, Michie Mee and all of the other Toronto artists, you or anyone else coming from Toronto for that matter, wouldn’t even have a place to go to get your music out. Know your history, know your city. Because if we can’t even support our own artists, what makes you think it’ll be any different for you?
So before you screw your face and hate on one of our own, think about this: what are you doing that’s putting Toronto on the map?!? Nothing, right? Figured as much.