Max Bell has been known to sit on park benches.
Snoop is a stoned lion who thought making an anti-gun song with wheelchair Jimmy was a sound decision. Dre continues to make headphone money (and will probably never release another album in his lifetime). Ice Cube makes more movies and TV shows than music, if you can even say that of his recent work. Basically, the faces of L.A. rap in the early/mid ’90s, at least on a national scale (Pac obviously notwithstanding), are all on some other shit. It’s unfortunate, but it’s a reality.
Fortunately, financially profitable, but artistically detrimental decisions like those above have not plagued many of the “underground” MCs who held things down in Leimert Park at the famed and long since defunct Good Life Café (watch the doc before it goes offline) during that same time. Jurassic 5 has reunited, Abstract Rude is on tour, and, as far as I know, Medusa is still doing her thing. But, best of all, Freestyle Fellowship will be performing this summer at the Airliner and Aceyalone has a new album.
