I know it's ironic that a middle-class, intellectual white boy can't appreciate rap until it's discussed in "The New Yorker," but -- honestly -- I didn't know where to look for good examples of rap lyrics.Yeah. I think "middle-class, intellectual white boys" are pretty much the target audience these days, as was the case with jazz in the '50s. Sasha Frere Jones is, in many ways, a contemporary avatar of an earlier generation of (white, male) cultural critic who found validation and authenticity in digging the black man's music. The parallels really are uncanny.
Now you do close readings of rap lyrics, learn about the relationship to the West African griot tradition, compare uses of rhyme and meter in different eras of rap, study the difference in metrics between east coast and west coast and dirty south, look at the political implications of the lyrics, understand how figurative language is used in rap, look for examples of synecdoche, etc. etc.Although, to a more cynical ear, this sounds like a classic act of cultural appropriation. Because what "taking rap lyrics seriously as poetry" really says, arguably, is "this music is no longer yours. We'll take it from here, thanks."
This doesn't have to exclude the old audience. Why would it?Sure. You'd hope not, but the precedents aren't exactly encouraging. This is what I was getting at with my jazz analogy. Appropriation—in this case, academic appropriation—is a subtle process, and it's hard to predict outcomes when it's still happening, but at some point the momentum shifts to such an extent that the cultural object switches hemispheres.
I should like to like Schumann's music better than I do; I dare say I could make myself like it better if I tried; but I do not like having to try to make myself like things; I like things that make me like them at once and no trying at all.You just need to know what you like and be happy with it, and you don't have to like everything. There are millions of hip-hop fans who aren't trying to understand or enjoy Gershwin or Mozart or Miles Davis. No one is scolding them for not trying hard enough.
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posted by MNDZ at 7:24 AM on December 4, 2010