An Open Letter to Jack Harlow.
Dear Jack Harlow,
*Fight it, fight it, fight it* Hey, what’s poppin? Damn. Well now that we’ve got that out of the way, and you’ve rolled your eyes, let’s get real.
You aren’t the first person to put the Ville on the map, and you’ll surely not be the last (fingers crossed for me), but you spit the best bars since Ali. And that hair! And those eyes! Ugh, boy, holler at ya girl!
Okay, okay, this is an open letter, not a thirst tweet (I’ll send a thousand of those later). You keep a fun lively vibe in all of your music and videos that I feel perfectly capture our city. You tell stories with your music, with a touch of humor, the likes of young Shady, or even Slick Rick (yes, I went there). It’s exciting to hear street names and local icons when you rotate through the playlists. Especially during the time you were really taking off in the middle of an entirely unpleasant time in Louisville. You gave us a balance outwardly to the world that we weren’t an entire shit show.
I have two main asks when it comes to you-
- Please stay unproblematic. You’re high key amazing, and giving us Louisvillians the shine we desperately need after a couple terrible, rough years.
2. Seriously, please holler at ya girl. You’re HIGH KEY amazing, and those eyes and curls….. BOY.
I should go before this turns into a love letter. Just know we see you, we love you, I love you… And I’m sure I speak for UofL when I say, thanks for choosing the right team to represent.
XOXO,
Rebecca Timberlake
P.S. You better do something amazing for Louisville for the Creme de la Creme Tour! The posted dates sold out too quick (deservedly so) and I am DESPERATE.