The Odd Occurrence of the Passing of Childhood.
On February 15, 2016, while scrolling through the endless sea of news regarding all things politics and pop culture on Twitter, I was heartbroken to learn that a musical artist that I listened to and loved for nearly six years had died due to a blood infection. He was 34. Evan Wallace, better known as E-Dubble, was a rapper who's music I consistently played throughout all of Jr/High and high school. He was Philadelphia based; but, because of the internet, he was known around the world and in many different online communities. Many who read this will likely know him from his influence in the Call of Duty community, where his music was consistently played in endless intros, outros, montages, and funny videos. A huge part of the underground online rapping community, he was loved by many. I, like many others, found his music by both watching content creators that I still love, (namely, MrWoofless, McLaffyTaffy, and StraightUpKnives), and also listening to his absolutely legendary Freestyle Fridays (link below). Though my original love for his jams came from watching the aforementioned gaming channels, I carried his music with me throughout most of my teenage years, and into this time of life, even listening to many of his songs mere days before his passing away. His music meant much to me. Many of his songs represented the soundtrack to much of my high school career, a soundtrack that would go over many hours of playing video games, driving through the city, and just generally hanging out with my friends. His passing affects me not only because it marks the loss of yet another great artist, but also because it, along with a few other things, marks the continued passing of what I consider my childhood.
With regards to the pass of childhood, it has often become accepted that it's arrival is marked with the taking on of larger responsibilities, the "big" things, as it were. Getting a car, moving out, paying bills, and starting a career are all things generally associated with the continued pass of childhood. Adversely, it has come to my attention that sometimes, childhood's sunset can be viewed in the passing of things smaller in the grand picture that is one's own personal life. In my few months of being moved out of my childhood home, it has been the little things that have caused me to think this. Buying things like toilet paper, dishwasher soap, and even my first cast iron pan for my apartment has caused me to realize that childhood things are passing. With regards to the passing of E-Dubble, this idea is reinforced with the fact that these little events in my personal life occur in not just my day to day activities, but also the arts and entertainment that I enjoy. Though on many occasions I have poked fun at those who cite their childhood "ruined" because of the realization that a piece of nostalgia from their youth is being rebooted for modern times, the same sentiment applies.
To relate the death of a rapper that I never knew personally to the passing of a formative part of a human life is absurd, I know; but, then again, so is much of growing up.
Rest in Piece, E-dubble. Thank you for your music.
Fellow Two-Tone Rebel,