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There's a few rappers I'd like to stomp . . .
ReplyDeletejust sayin'
I hear ya.
ReplyDeleteI've wished to stomp a few radios to death for playing rap. The ones in the boom-box cars that drive by at 3 in the morning, or sit outside the mini-mart, blasting at 120 db while their owners go inside.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I have to admit to getting a good chuckle out of the ones where all you hear of the low bass is every piece of sheet metal in the car rattling.
What floors me is how long it has stayed popular. Bad enough anyone thought it up to begin with, and then seriously appalling that it became popular even for a day, but, sheesh, it's been over thirty years of this crap, has it not?
ReplyDeleteI love this tune... I think they call it old school...
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHaOul8gVVc
NWA ~ Gangsta Gangsta
This is real live old school classic hip hop...not that NWA garbage...
ReplyDeleteSkip to 3:30 for the best flow I've ever heard by the unsurpassed Melle Mel...this was before hip hop became that garbage called rap..
Dammit! I forgot the link...
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99l2EmgSybA (skip to 3:30)...Melle Mel was a friggin genius lyricist...
I hope no Russians start reading this.... ;p
ReplyDeleteBoom Box Automobile
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Bluebear...LOL!
ReplyDeletetouche'
When I was 26 or 27 I lived in Tiburon, a very chic neighborhood. My downstairs neighbor, Steve, though a white guy, had grown up in Marin City, which was almost 100% blacks. He had a white girlfriend who'd also grown up among blacks... somewhere else... but the two of them would do these long raps... just spoken word... that oozed music... without pretending to it. They said they got it back home, had grown up with it. That was extremely pleasant, listening to them do their little verbal duets like that... no booming and blamming and pretenses and bling.
ReplyDeleteSo, yes, when someone gets into that groove it can be most excellent... but better, by far, without the sound effects.
Rap should go back to being poetry. I remember the soundtrack of Ghost Dog had some pretty wonderful incarnation of the rap/hip hop ethic going for it, but that's about as far as I can go to find anything good about it. It offends my ears and my heart.