I actually do try to listen to different types of music. Most of the time, I don’t get it. Then I think back and remember how the music I listened to wasn’t understood by the adults. Now, I’m the adults, and I don’t understand music. So, one time, a while back, I decided to listen to some current song. This was it.
Okay, I get it. I don’t like these kids’ music. Problem solved.
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I caught ‘ridin dirty’ and that was it.
You can never retrieve the time you spend listening to rap.
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If it’s playing in the background to a scene from “Office Space,” or during the credits of a TV show, that’s one thing. (Technically, two.). In those instances, it’s mostly a beat with words.
But actually listening to the words? Considering what they say? Giving them your attention, and your powers of evaluation and judgement?
Spiritual, emotional, intellectual, cultural death.
/anti-rap rap
To those who say the visual and performance aspects of rap are just as important as the words and music, as they are with pop music, I reply we are not, at that point, talking about music. A stage performance, a marketing phenomenon, a cult experience . . . but not music. And when I dismiss it as music, it is not because I am talking about those things.
Once it is dismissed as music or poetry, what is left?
Who really cares about these groups’ dancing skills, or their cinematographers’ video skills, or their managers’ distribution skills, or their press agents’ skills?
What do ya get if ya cross Rap music with Country music? Ya get Crap music!! Thank you, thank you…I’ll be appearing all this week here at Grossingers in da Boom-Boom room until midnight.
Damn, it’s almost midnight.
Not in Alaska.
My younger son explained that you can’t spell crap without rap,I tend to agree.
Admirable sentiment from him, when youth are saturated with it as virtually the only (non-regional) form of contemporary music.
Sorry, I like big butts and I cannot lie.
Israel Isidore Baline, later known as Irving Berlin, was born May 11, 1888, in Tolochin, Belarus. He lived to be 101, and ranks with George Gershwin, Cole Porter, Jerome Kern, and Richard Rodgers (in no particular order) as a contributor to the Great American Songbook. He and Cole Porter wrote their own lyrics; Gershwin, Kern, and Rodgers did not. He write “God Bless America”, “White Christmas”, “Puttin’ on the Ritz”, and this, my favorite Irving Berlin song, sung by the incomparable Ella Fitzgerald:
The best thing that one can say about this particular work of art is that it inspired the much more brilliant Weird Al parody “White & Nerdy”
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N9qYF9DZPdw