Old friends and a huge hip-hop contingent packed Miller Funeral Home last night for Sam Lowery‘s calling hours. We’ve known his parents since the Scorgie’s days but we weren’t familiar with Sam’s music. And we had never heard of the genre, “battling.” Peggi asked Pat, Sam’s dad, if his son played any instruments and Pat said his son would say, “Why take all that time to learn an instrument when I have all this stuff at my fingertips.” In the clips I found this morning on YouTube it didn’t look like Sam, aka I.D., even needed beats or backing tracks. He had a confident, authoritative voice, a great sense of humor, surefooted confidence and literate lyrics.
As I was looking for I.D. tracks this morning a beefed up deer sauntered across our yard. It might have been one of the two bucks we saw battling in the creek last week. They were head butting, crashing into one another with their racks, and making an awful racket. The brawl finished with one of them in the water and the other took off after a doe. It was raw and real like I.D.
“I just want my listeners to stay true
and Imma continue giving you
shit you can relate to
Thank you” – I.D.