Rap

My step son visited us a couple weeks ago. He unintentionally left behind a CD. I didn’t have anything new worth listening to so I figured I’d throw it in the truck to see what those half my age are finding interesting these days.

As I suspected it was a mix collection of rap, which didn’t put me off. I am pretty open-minded as far as music goes, though I have recently become somewhat jazz resistant. I’m just tired of jazz for the time being.

I listened to the CD several time and I came away feeling that as far as production values go nearly every cut was impeccably produced. The textures are very present and abundant, yet there was little content. It was like cracking an empty egg. There was no memorable content. Maybe I’d remember some of it had I been locked in a room where the CD was played over and over for a week or so, but I never want to have the desire to like something like that so badly; too much effort.

I’ve listened to rap back in the early days, and I think that it, along with most rock, and pop country crap that is the industry standard has seen it day. It’s all empty. Maybe it’s the age of my ears that prevent me from enjoying it the way it is intended, but I just don’t get it.