Here’s the thing: 5-hour energy used to have those ads about the 2:30 feeling. Where 2:30 hits and you say to yourself “I could really take a big-time nap right now but unfortunately I still have two-and-a-half hours left at my job that makes me want to murder children.”
In reality 5-hour makes me too jittery to be productive, so when it’s 2:30, and Ray’s chapping my ass about not blogging enough, I turn to a 2:30 jam to ratchet myself back up.
Today, we turn to my favorite rapper.
A lot of people don’t know this about me: I’m a huge T.I. guy. It’s just not a fact that a lot of people know. I’m not trying to hide it from anyone, but most people who know me think I only like music produced by aging white guys.
Well, you’re wrong. I love T.I., and this track in particular because of the catchy organ riff (can organs have riffs? Is that only for guitar? Is it called a hook when it’s the organ? Whatever, who cares, I’m going with riff). During last year’s playoffs I even heard the Atlanta Hawks organist, Sir Foster, play it during a possession, proving that he is the greatest sports organist to ever live. I did an auditory double take when I heard it and rewound it about 4,000 times.
Apparently rubber bands “represent the struggle man” because T.I. used to wear them around his wrist when he was a drug dealer. He used them to hold wads of cash when they wouldn’t fit in his pockets. So that’s a thing.
Some will say 24’s was the first T.I. single to put him on the map, but I would argue it was Rubber Band Man was what really put him into the mainstream. That’s just my opinion. Either way I’m damn glad to have him around. This won’t be the last T.I. 2:30 jam. Know that.