They even have a fucked up term for her exploits: 106 & Park.Īlfred needs a drink after his drink, a pre-drink. Ostensibly, she’s a sexual sniper for brothers. They go hard on them actually fucking, but he denies it because in his mind, she’s batshit insane and why would he? In fact, he’s front and center and now wishing that he hadn’t followed Lorraine down that garden path.Īll immediately presume that he and Lorraine are bedtime buddies, but Al tosses ice on that hot mess of a story. While meeting other patrons, assuming he knows other more popular rappers, he’s not in on the joke with his Goofy hat. Once seated in the Crimson Club, he’s treated to a White Hennesey, neat. He’s New Jazz.Īpparently, everybody is hip to the term, save for him. He’s now a bonified card-carrying member. These are the things only spake about in back alleys and in code. She’s inducting him into a new, exclusive club.
A vox in your brain, and sometimes, those are the sweetest. No cap, I can easily follow her to the ends of the Earth as well. He’s in panic mode until her soothing voice guides him back. Sauntering through the Red District, he loses her for a moment. With him donning what is basically a Dunce Cap, the adventure can proceed!Īs she smokes, he realizes there are a bunch more people with the same hats. This is for him to become what he fears most- being corny. This starts with a warning shot, for him to replace the bomb ass pork-pie with a Goofy hat. They haven’t been formally introduced until now, but now that we are, she gets real- really quick. She does posit a pointed query: Does he own his masters? She speaks in riddles and isn’t exactly a fan of his. I mean, that’s why bad art exists.Īl’s over it, though. Holding something as sacrosanct when it’s anything but. A total fucking dick in the name of being precious. Her unique hot take on the art is as offensive as it is beautiful. This is Lorraine ( Ava Grey).Īs he takes a gander at the museum, the sax player included, she keeps on roasting the poor guy. She roasts him for that sartorial choice. She’s part and parcel of an art installation.Īl’s met with a woman that doesn’t like his hat. Though of slight consternation, it’s of no concern to us surveying.
With a woman wailing in earshot, Al is down bad. All because of a stupid hat, and with the fans left without a signature, they steal the next best thing… a baby, before tossing it. He’s Paper Boi and that fame comes at a high coin. This is the Red District, after all.īut before he can ruminate, a scuffle ensues, shoving him into an alley. In fact, he tries to lead Al past a few black people, labeling them as tourists.Īl’s mind is elsewhere, finding a siren in the form of a courtesan through a glass window. Darius pulls no punches, totally unphased by the grotesque display of reality. This is until he spots a rat suffering on the street. He’s realizing that life is a happier endeavor for everybody. Time slows down for Paper Boi, scurrying through the avenues. Well, that flower was in their tea and now in their bloodstream. They wax about Stereolab and their song “ The Flower Called Nowhere“.
Sauntering through the streets, the drug is beginning to take effect.
Though Al doesn’t know what he’s partaking in, there’s one thing that is for certain: the movie Cats is underrated. If you forget everything in this article, remember those words… because, with one sip, you will assuredly forget. Darius warns him not to be like that guy, tweaking. In transit to the weed spot, Al spots someone in a Goofy hat. Earn ( Donald Glover) brings cashola to the table and watches over Alfred. Sometimes friends need to bake you lovely and teach you what is what. The thing is that they also break up in paths. It opens you up, it loosens you up and it shows what your other half consists of.Īs Al ( Brian Tyree Henry) and Darius ( LaKeith Stanfield) partake in the lovely unlimited smoke and all the Netherlands can handle, they are bonding. One of my favorite quotes is from someone who knew too much about family- “Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.” Welcome to the eighth episode of Atlanta ( FX) titled “New Jazz.”
No matter where we live, especially in our heads, we don’t live ‘rent-free.