A Rant on Rap
Rap has never really been my thing. I don’t have anything against it, but I never felt like I could relate to what all those angry, mostly black guys were talking about. That was probably because I’m white, middle-class and from Canada. There was a discussion about the Grammys and rap music in the Canucks newsgroup recently, and a regular named Bob offered this list of reasons for not liking rap:
bravado, cliche, wrestling nicknames, lack of melody, cultural
references that mean nothing to me like gun culture, money grubbing
culture, bouncy car culture, drug dealing culture, pimp/ho culture,
its buy-in to “baby momma” rasta irresponsibility, graffiti, break
dancing, gun culture and general violent bits of being human that seem
to be one of its defining catch 22s, dumbing down of language, cliche,
BAD production, its mainstreamness, its destruction of english, yo yo,
retarded handshakes, baggy pants, visible underwear, head gear, the
tough image as the norm, loose, vague and obviously misunderstood
referrences to some god, that squelchy noise and more, but i’m
tired… I like a couple tracks and some of it might actually be good
poetry… but mostly the people just bug me…