What it must feel like to run through a crowd of people carrying signs with your name and your face, hordes of strangers reaching for you with arms outstretched and trying to grab at different parts of you.
Donald Glover, better known musically by his pseudonym, Childish Gambino, has existed alone on an island in the corner of the hip-hop world since his first mixtape, Camp. Technically speaking, he isn’t tied to any of the rap conglomerates of his peers, like Kanye West’s G.O.O.D.
To expect them to continue putting out the same music that they were putting out back then is to expect the band to refrain from any sort of musical growth — a band that lacks growth lacks maturity and artistry.
You reach above your head and pull the lap bar down tightly over your thighs, which have morphed into the concave shape of the hard seat that took some getting used to. Per usual, a park employee comes around to test your work by jostling the lap bar. Tight enough, she decides.