Wednesday, November 22, 2006


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.


Anonymous gearhead said...

When my kids were still at home they subjected me to rap performance one night on TV.
The "performers" were all bouncing around the stage with a "whitey" and "gunna pop ya" and a "ear smile" etc.....
They aske me how I liked it.
I said, "The only thing missing on the stage was a large pot boiling over a fire and a guy with a safari hat setting in it."

8:39 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Gearhead is obviously checking in from the Michael Richards School of Sensitivity and enlightenment.

9:19 AM  
Blogger Boo7 said...

OMG Michael Richard's is an idiot...nobody makes a 2 minute tirade "mistake" like that!!!

Guy, I couldn't agree more you regarding the vacuousness (woohoooo good word eh??) of some of the music these days!!! My nephews really dig some of that stuff though and it leaves me shaking my head. I asked the youngest one recently...."how is that cool when you can't even hear the words"....he gave me one of those "you're such an old fogey look", shrugged his shouders and said..."dunno but it's cool!".

10:19 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

It's all pretty funny because I remember a time when songs like How Much is That Doggy in the Window were #1 on the charts. And think back to our childhood, we still have no idea what the words to Louie Louie are. So it's the same claim that the elders always make, of which we have become.

Music of the youth is more about attitude and distance from that which came before it.

11:06 AM  
Blogger Trish said...

I have no tolerance for's the repetition that drives me out of my gourd.

Boo- the nephews? We're working on them...they're coming around :-)

And Guy...that woman/man/TG body builder person in yesterday's post, is really disturbing my eyes. He/she is just**shudder**

11:07 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

The thing that drove my parents crazy was our musical references to sex and drugs, as was sex and drinking and racing in the 50s.

Sorry, Trish, but you are officially middle age now. Wait untill you see what you grow intollerant of in the next ten years.

As for the body builder, sorry, but I like to have a back-up plan for those who don't enjoy my writing, I like to give em something interesting to look at. I just found it funny how well she was paired with the turkey.

11:29 AM  
Blogger Boo7 said...

LOL Trish....I agree on the eye disturbances!!!! Ewwwwwwwwwww

As for your guys Trish....I have to admit they ARE pretty hip to us older you taught them well....they have a fine appreciation for the old stuff as well!!!

And are so right...I remember when my parents were the old fogies...and no I am them!!! yikes!!! **shudder, twitch**

11:31 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Well, maybe not you Barb, but you should keep a close eye on your sister. She's crossing over : )

11:35 AM  
Blogger Trish said...

HEY! I heard that...

12:37 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Trish, that was my evil twin, I swear!

1:01 PM  
Blogger Boo7 said...

LOL...."no I am them" was supposed to be "now I am them" sis may be crossing over....I am there!

1:07 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

The Rap Nazi says, "No Snoop for you!"

1:13 PM  
Anonymous george said...

do you know who was on the CD? like all genres out there, hip hop has its share of worthless artists.

and usually, the quality of the music is inversely related to its ubiquity.

1:33 PM  
Anonymous portosan'izle said...

When I was younger, I admired the musician(s) in a way that I wanted to play like them, write and perform "like that".

So, I wonder if the kid's admire/aspire to be a gang'sta rapp'ah.

I don't get it iether. A big reason I will not date women in there 20's. The hippity hopp music.

It all sounds the same to me. Geez, thats what our parents said about rock Isn't it?

And what's with the pants hanging off them?. Tripping hazzard.

3:46 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

George I knew Snoop was on one of the cuts because of his shameless self promotion. The rest, who knows? But I did say that it had great production and texture, just no content or foundation to keep you there.

Port'izle, careful, Snoop has sued people for copyright infrindgement for using words and expressions he made up. Yes, he too has become a corporate douche bag.

4:05 PM  
Anonymous gearhead said...

If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, smells like a duck and quacks like a duck, (and in this context, calls its friends and relitives ducks; I call a duck a duck.

9:37 PM  
Blogger Mom of Three said...

The Kingsmen (1955)

Louie Louie Lyrics


Louie Louie, oh no
Me gotta go
Aye-yi-yi-yi, I said
Louie Louie, oh baby
Me gotta go

Fine little girl waits for me
Catch a ship across the sea
Sail that ship about, all alone
Never know if I make it home


Three nights and days I sail the sea
Think of girl, constantly
On that ship, I dream she's there
I smell the rose in her hair.


Okay, let's give it to 'em, right now!


See Jamaica, the moon above
It won't be long, me see me love
Take her in my arms again
Tell her I'll never leave again


Let's take it on outa here now
Let's go!!

I actually, at 40, own a couple Eminem CDs, which are kinda catchy. Bad words don't faze me, so they can't shock me on that front.

10:43 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Wow! I thought the Kingsmen were never going to tell. Leave it to the internet, that beautiful all powerful internet...

Em has some really good stuff, I've got some myself. He seems to get it, at least for me. I wonder if there is a depth to the other stuff that I just not seeing or hearing.

5:45 AM  

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