Last night I watched the video of Tupac’s hologram performance at Coachella. It gave me the truest form of chills. When I was younger I used to listen to both volumes of his Greatest Hits album behind closed doors. If my parents knew the existence of the discs they would have been in pieces.
There is something about an artist that is undeniably authentic, that can transcend genre. I was not a big fan of hip-hop at the time, but I was a huge fan of Tupac. That is my definition of greatness in any craft. Creating something timeless, universal, and honest. And for that he deserves to live on, long after his untimely death.
I read somewhere that the creation of art is an attempt to cheat mortality, an attempt to find a way to live on forever. So I think that half of the chills were due to the fact that I was a fan, and the other half were from witnessing the manifestation of ideal. A world where we never have to lose our heroes. Only wish I could have been there to see it first hand..