At the mainstream and slightly sub-mainstream levels you had big records -- and in some instances, multiple projects -- from Drake, Future, Kendrick, Meek Mill, Wale, Logic, Jeezy, Rick Ross, Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, Mac Miller. Shit, even Kid Cudi dropped an album. Pusha T drops tomorrow. I'm sure I'm missing a million other records (Tyga? Fetty Wap? Lil' Dicky?). So much stuff drops these days that it's hard to keep up.
But what I liked most about hip-hop this year, as in recent years, was that if you wanted to hear some type of music, by and large it was available to you. You might have had to dig around a little online, but you'd eventually get to it. Years ago, shit, it was very difficult to find music that wasn't physically available within some reasonable distance from where you lived. That's why things like underground radio were very important; even that, you were lucky if you could find a signal. To hear good shit, it took real effort.
By and large I think most arguments about hip-hop these days are either circular or irrelevant. In fact, other than the seemingly small debate about whether Drake should be penalized -- by who, exactly, I don't know -- for using a ghostwriter, there wasn't anything in hip-hop culture this year worth discussing for more than maybe five minutes, or however long it takes for Twitter to move on to the next Donald Trump tweet.
That's actually a good thing. For so long, hip-hop was about everything but the music. You know, even thinking back just a few years -- something like the Drake/Meek Mill thing would have spilled over into a thousand ancillary pieces (think: Game and 50 Cent). Now, at least publicly, it seemed like both guys really tried to just keep it as a musical thing. I can't recall either of them answering a single question about it from the press. They refused to make it a spectacle.
So yeah, again, I guess hip-hop in 2015 was okay.