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9 years назад
I, honestly, think hip-hop, rap, music period, is null and void. The major appeal of rap, when I was an adolescent(I'm 32 now,) was: when you was "hot-boxed," in the backseat of the big homie's Acura or Mazda or Honda(thereby having no direct access to the CD player or tape deck,) just riding, chillin,' dreamin,' and someone threw on something so filthy, something that you'd never, EVER heard before, something that painted pictures in your brain, that would render you homeostatic whilst you were in motion and one with the "world" and nature, and you were FORCED to listen and vibe. Someone else would, invariably, exclaim, "Yo, wtf is this joint, sun?!" Nobody knew, except the driver or shotgun, and they replied, "you ain't up on this joint, yo," and you, genuinely, could not "be up on that" because you were either in the know or you were green. It was a sense of power that you could not buy, that hasn't been replicated then or since: it was the power of the D.J. You could not just go home n' google a song title or lyrics or whatever(that would've been so, incredibly, boring.) No, you were FORCED to ascribe some level of "coolness" to whomever was in possession of such a glorious moment in time; a snapshot of history as you were living through it and not, simply, on-looking. You had to be present, you had to scrap, you had to fight for props, you had to act like a "bad-ass," even if you weren't, because that's what you had to do. There was a level of trust and a bond you had with the crew because there was no technology you could rely on, socially, except a car, and that's why the niggaz' wit' the cars was "cool by proxy." It will never go back to this - that's just something we, from the final age of music, the actual "life" of music, have to accept. Thank you for reading