In a week span, the internet rap community had deemed March the month of Mixtape Madness. Seemingly every waking moment a Twitter post went up when a rapper dropped a project, acclaimed, nudged to mild skepticism or panned.  Most within the inner circles of blogs, rap pages and zines have pegged this sort of saturation on the general attention deficiency of the listener in recent years but we can also blame that on the artists themselves.

This past week has yielded releases from Pac Div, Dom Kennedy and more while the world (or a section of the hip-hop fanbase pie) waits for a mixtape from suburban hero Mac Miller. It’s the odd sense of dependency on music that we have since the dawn of the mixtape age that has us constantly uploading, downloading, unzipping, transferring and moving files to the point where we hear something and our ears instantly splinter off.

Let the mixtapes & releases live. Stacking mixtapes on top of one another pushes another one down and makes it feel forgotten and there are way too many gems that get lost in the shuffle when the next major tape drops.

To date, aside from possibly three projects that have been released – everything has passed through and ultimately wound up forgotten. As we speak, I’m enamored with Frank Ocean’s Nostalgia, Ultra LP. Not because it’s the absolute best project that has hit my ears recently, or that it’s connected to Odd Future but because it sticks.

Rap fans don’t really let things live, much like those in the sneaker realm who refuse to make new classics and instead save and save to collect a pair of Jordan sneakers that were originally popular almost three decades ago. Few actually capitalize on the lack of anticipation from fans but in a fan dictated genre, who are they to even appease to? Fans cut artists down who don’t release music, eat through mp3s of artists and the ones that do break through – are lauded.

Rappers scream about wanting to be put on, we ask them to put in work and please us. It’s sort of the agonizing degradation that most artists seek to avoid by making music in the first place. In the scheme of things, it’s easy to release a mixtape but the moment it drops its like a car leaving the lot – it depreciates in value the moment you slip your Dr. Dre Product Placement headphones on to even listen to it.

And I write all that while listening to Lil B’s “Illusions of Granduer”, hoping it sticks with me past a day.

SIDE NOTE: I know that picture seems a bit off since I can’t name one person in the last five years that put something out that wasn’t just a bunch of loose MP3s.