The today's title suits this post perfectly for two reasons: Once again, I'm reposting one of the three posts from the other blog (as I already explained and did here) and I'm showing you my high school "uniform" like I promised in the previous post. Coincidentally (or better yet intentionally), the outfit from the photos goes hand in hand with the text because deep down inside I'm still a hip hop girl and my heart will always beat in sync with Dre's beats from his LEGEN ... wait for it ... DARY album 2001. But now, without further ado, here's the post...
Thanks to my parents and my brother, I grew up listening to Bob (both Marley and Dylan), Carlos Santana, Nirvana and Body Count. Before I could even understand what the artists were singing about, I just assumed it had to be something meaningful - they put it on a record, for Peet's sake! I don't know when the lyrics stopped being lyrics and became and incomprehensible flood of (sometimes rhyming) words, but no wonder people just block them out nowadays.
When you're driving in a car or drinking in a bar and Nicki Minaj's Staships comes on, do you just listen to music or hear the lyrics as well? My guess is that you have no idea what she's saying and you don't care. And you're right, you shouldn't. "Starships were meant to fly, hand up and touch the sky, can't stop, 'cause we're so high ..." You have to be to sing along to that gibberish.
But I do love the fact that she's crazy. And supposedly bisexual.
And I actually do think she has a lot of skill,
but Starships... That's just wack.
but Starships... That's just wack.
Another one of my favorites is Jessie J's Laserlight. "You're like a laserlight, burning up, burning down on me. You make me feel good, you make me feel safe ..." How does a laser that's burning you up make you feel safe? Perhaps I get that it makes you feel good, if you're a masochist, but safe? When you see little kids fraying ants with their magnifying glasses - do you think the ants feel safe? Or good?
But I do love her jumpsuits and high top sneakers and colorful hair though.
My absolute winner is Katy Perry. With her Firework she tries to empower and inspire you to "ignite the light and let it shine" and "show 'em what you're worth as you shoot across the sky ... like a firework". Ok. Positive. Lovely-ish. But the first sentence coming out of her mouth is: "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind..." A plastic bag? Really? Nothing rhymes with a leaf or a snowflake, just from the top of my head? Maybe a PAPER bag would have been better, but there isn't an environmental bone in Katy. She had me at "I kissed a girl" but since that was all there was to the girl-on-girl action, she lost me soon after. I guess I just drifted away. Like a plastic bag.
But I do love her boobs, I must admit.
Before venturing into the electronic scene, I listened to hip hop - the lyrics have always been an important aspect of music for me and those guys have a lot to say. I didn't just listen and hear the words, I took them to heart. When I heard Xzibit's Symphony in X Major where he raps "I'll never be seen like Farrakhan fucking a white bitch" I stopped listening to him. If a BLACK man says he wouldn't have sex with a WHITE woman and not vice versa, then it's not racism? I'm not saying that you should have sex with a person of a race that's not your own just to prove you're not a racist, but just don't record yourself saying that and mass produce the recording of it. Besides, Big Black Kanye doesn't seem to have a problem with a piece of big juicy WHITE ass.
DMX was also banned from my playlist. In his Where the Hood At he raps: "I show no love to homo thugs. Empty out, reload and throw more slugs." In case you don't know, a slug is a bullet. The idiot actually got in front of a mic, pressed the record button and said: "I hate gays, I want to shoot them." But somehow that isn't as publicity worthy as some kid - who's obviously full of hormones and is just going through a process of coming into her own - twerking and running amok on stage and sticking her tongue out. No, let's talk about Miley Cyrus for ages, who cares about hostile messages littered all over the radio waves and music videos. But if you disregard all the swearing and the demeaning of women and various marginal groups, hip hop has a lot of great lyricism to offer and I'll always love it for that, even after putting my baggy jeans away.
It might seem a huge leap from rap to tech-house, but there's some correlation between the two - the admiration for the bass. The louder, the fatter, the deeper - the better. As much as I enjoyed rapping along and cussing my heart out at the Eminem show in Amsterdam some 10 years ago, I appreciate the lyricism of electronic music as well. Just think of Justice's: "Because we are your friends you'll never be alone again, now come on!" So simple, yet heart-warming, isn't it? And consider the wittiness of Green Velvet's "something 'bout those little pills, unreal the thrills they yield until they kill a million brain cells" from La La Land. But the craftsmanship Faithless express in We Come One is just on another level: "I drain the color from the sky and turn blue without you. These arms lack of purpose, flapping like a humming bird. I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left eye, you're the right - would it not be madness to fight?" Now that's some tattoo material right there. Maybe all starships were really made to fly, but not all people were meant to write lyrics. Just saying.
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