the outrigger dirtbags all loved rap (herve, donnie, jay. yeah, i finally named you shit-asses). there was nothing that excited these slackjaw white boys more than being able to posture about slut girls & slapping bitches & dope. no music interested me less than this james brown ripoff shit (nwa was one of the worst offenders but there were a whole lot more). i remember when i finally got these fools to listen to early/middle james brown. debts were instantly recognized.
ann is still mystified by my interest in a certain kind of music. i have no idea what to call wu-tang, jay-z, kanye. each of these represents something different, i know that. i'm not THAT stupid. but a lot of it seems to be lost on me. my ipod is full of afrika bambaataa & grandmaster flash, jedi mind tricks & masters of ceremony, the man, george clinton & all his manifestations. i've got massive attack & tricky & ne-yo & lil' wayne. you got akinyele??? i do. & lots & lots more. a LOT of it sounds the same. that's ok w/me. it has a good beat. i like what i hear but i don't go much deeper than that.
dylan? i psychoanalyze & dissect in terms of him, me, the music itself & the society that produced all of it. lil' wayne? not so much.
i was content to live in ignorance as far as this wide range of music was concerned. hell, i live in ignorance a lot. for example, i don't like opera. in fact, i can't stand it. what it is & the culture that supports it. i'm pretty sure i will die w/this conviction (sorry, philip, you tried your best). but i fancy myself as a man who is open to persuasion, as richard thompson sang. it took something from out of left field(& will oldham doesn't get any more left field)to re-focus my attention. if you don't think this song speaks to these guys, just watch him when he lip-syncs the kicker line: " you can't tell me nothing."
the outrigger shit-asses didn't have it in them but these white boys are definitely full of whatever is in this music.
enjoy.
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