Tommy Cash

So I watched this video from Tommy Cash called, “Winaloto”.

First question: Where in the ever-loving fuck is this kid from? 

Second question: Do I even like this? 

Answer #1: Post-Communist Estonia. 

Answer #2: I think I’m in love. 

This video, a kind of Cirque Du Soleil-esque freak show thang thang, has so many fucking levels. As an outsider in Estonia, this kid took some real heavy shit for being hip hop. I pretty fucking sure that trap rappers aren't as much of a scourge as they are here in La La Land. There are some real underlying racial statements going on here. Statements on acceptance, segregation, racism, cultural self-determination. And a perfect amount of naked. 

I sprankle this kind of lightly perverted all over my spaghetti noodles! 

I went on a Tommy Cash splurge and watch a couple of other things and I don’t think I’d let this kid AirBnB my place, or would I squeeze into some Soviet-Era bomb shelter to see him rap, mostly because I’m old and tired and starting to acquire nice shit. But I’m all for his online presence. I support his steez with all of my being. It’s like some 20-year old kid deciding that Eastern European folk dancing is what gives meaning to their life and DOING THAT SHIT, HARD! 

I wanna prank call Vladimir Putin and leave this shit on his voicemail. 

I want him to do a collab with Pussy Riot. 

I want to “Winaloto”!