Is This A Relief, Or Something Else To Worry About?
Uncle AndrewMany years ago I heard an interview with musician Ray Charles in which he was asked his opinion of rap music. His reply went something like this: “It’ll never survive, because there’s no way you can imagine a seventy-year-old married couple hearing a rap song come on the radio and have one say to the other, ‘oh, listen, honey. they’re playing our song!'”
I happen to like a lot of rap—and dislike a lot more—but I had to admit that ol’ Ray might have a point there. I continued to agree right up until last night.
Picture if you will, a thirty-eight-year-old creative/technology worker, standing in the kitchen of his three-hundred-thousand-dollar house, wearing fuzzy socks, preparing kalbi ribs for dinner….while singing The Dead Kennedys’ “Too Drunk To Fuck“.
I don’t think rap is going anywhere any time soon; there seems to be nothing in this world that people can’t get all nostalgic over.