I love hip hop and rap. I understand why this may perplex some my suburban mommy colleagues. Society confuses the majority of rap/hop hop with violence, drugs gangs, and degradation of women. I’m not denying that there are some songs that do this and that’s not why I love hip hop. I’m also not denying that “Rack City” may or may not be on on my playlist and it may or may not help me run at a faster pace or stop in the middle of the retirement community I run in, to dance.
I also love Common, Tupac, basically all the 90s and truly any jam that tells a STORY OF struggle to a MAD, SICK, DOPE, BEAT.
Here are 10 reasons my I can relate to rap/hip hop:
1) “My moms bounced on pops”; although we did not move to Shaolin land , as referenced in C.R.E.A.M by Wu Tang.
..I did just have to Google the spelling of Shaolin, and Google kept bringing up creameries in the midwest??
2) It can be like a Gangstas Paradise in my head. a lot. or a Gravel Pit.
3) My Pops listened to every Blues musician in the world in my youth and BLAZED his trumpet, in the YARD along with his records.
4) My stepmom ADOPTED A WILD DONKEY FROM THE GRAND CANYON. It seriously does not get any “crunker” on a farm. Trust me.. except for maybe…..
…5) Geese. Geese are Gangsta birds. They ruled our farm. Seriously, if you come across farm geese, “you better check yourself before you wreck yourself,” because they do not play and they think every piece of poop-able land is their territory.
6) I can identify with the lyrics. No, I didn’t grow up in the Projects, but I spent time in Foster Care & there was a lot of escapism that needed to be done at times throughout a lot of my childhood.
7) The beat and the bass. It brings me joy.
8) The message is of strength, hope, understanding, struggle, and Faith.
9) I feel like I can dance, in my basement, by myself, because in public, it’s kind of painful to watch at times. .I am not very limber and I kind of look like I’m cheerleading in the frozen tundra of the artic.
10) I love the dancing in some of the videos. My bucket list item #1 =back up dancer for Missy Elliot, but I would need a lot of lessons and de-thawing.
That’s a Rap.
This blog is like the ridiculous sweater I bought at Anthropologie a few years ago. It was on sale and the sales lady told me "it looks awesome on you." It's the most bizarre sweater, and whether it looked good on me or not, is highly debatable. Like these blogs, I look at them at say "Yeesh, what was I thinking,," or laugh or bath in their cathartic qualities. The sweater stays for the same reasons.