In the past, my friends will tell you – especially one friend who I debate this with constantly…Scott(:P) – that I’ve been known to be a little more than harsh on hip-hop and rap.
I like a lot of things other white people like in the rap world: Anticon; indie-rock/rap crossovers from people with friendly beards; and even a little Public Enemy; but no, you’d never see me wearing a clock round my neck or using the words ‘nigga’, ‘bitches’, ‘wagwan’, ‘brrrrap brrap’ or other somesuch stuffs without playful irony.
This isn’t only because some of those words are offensive but also because I don’t like a lot of modern rap – I hear JayZ and I think lazy; I don’t think that Kanye West is anyone’s ‘voice’ but his; and let’s not get started on the late 90s where only the Wu-Tang seemed to know how to make interesting ‘urban music’. [Ok, ok, so I used to like Limp Bizkit…but I was a teenager, come on. Do you still own those baggy trousers? Do you? Ok, would you wear them on a night out? No. Didn’t think so.] As Heidegger is so fond of saying:
Today, my little white world of player-hating was blown away by a man named Kool Keith.
What drew me in was Tom Waits but while waiting for Mr. Waits’ gravelly crimes to come to the fore, I noticed that Mr Kool Keith has a very interesting vernacular and a most gracious cadence! T’was a most pleasing spectacle also!