Drake Loves Moms
by Emma Healey
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It's easy to make fun. When Drake says he started from the bottom he does not mean in a Shopper's Drug Mart; also, some of you reading this aren't from Toronto, so you might not know how it works. We'll get to it. Anyway, I like this image: Earl Sweatshirt, stopped short in the doorway of the green room in a shitty club, watching Aubrey (grey sweatshirt, good jeans) with his hand on Tyler's mother's arm, smiling and staring right into her hair with his face all sincerely arranged. Is Drake serious? you might wonder, about anything. Moms do so much for us but Drake in his turn does almost nothing for them. Is that love? Staring up at the billboard/switch lanes/hear the static wave in. It's a good song for driving, for dark, but does it know the city? Can you use it to map? Put it this way: he loves our moms and that's funny or whatever but then again we aren't the ones getting up every evening in darkness and cold, lurching our spent bodies into the Bentley and crossing the city like dusk light, arriving late to the financial district, discreetly removing a manhole cover. Say what you will about Drake - about his past, about his flow, his commitment - but there is still no denying that he spends each night sitting under the financial district in a small, lightless chamber and pedaling hard until sunrise to power our city. Drake might love our moms but why shouldn't he? After all, it's still Drake in our space heaters, Drake keeping the cable connected, Drake iridescent, Drake on the drive home. Drake on the radio. Drake knows it all from the bottom like we'll never know our city. He's allowed to love our moms. He has earned it.Posted by Emma at September 18, 2013 9:37 PM