Hip hop is a beautiful phenomenon. And as far as beautiful phenomenon’s go, it’s hard to name another, that is as controversial and conflicting – yet as widely embraced and accepted for exactly that.
It’s almost like a welcome mat covered in broken glass; encouraging you to wipe your feet and come in…but at your own risk.
It’s true hip hop molds our entire world – and when you take a closer look, the things it uncovers about ourselves is a little unsettling, if not completely terrifying!
We all hear the word, you know the one – and we accept it.
We complain when other culture’s use it “wrongly”. We’re annoyed when other cultures try to justify its use. We want to own it exclusively, free of it’s disgusting and disturbing past.
We’ve dismissed the fact that people died over it, it’s simply a term of endearment now. It’s in everyone’s playlist; which probably means when no-one’s listening, everyone’s saying it loud and proud.
Bitch, hoe, slut, etc… we’re used to it. Some of the biggest and baddest club hits use these words, and look, as long as us ladies know they ain’t talking ‘bout is, we’re cool. In-fact, we probably know of someone that fits the description, right?
The more gruesome the story, the “realer” the artist. The closer to home the conflict, the more we believe the passion in what they say. So some outcast artist talking about school probably isn’t worth anything.
If the hardship didn’t involve the police, they probably didn’t struggle to get where they are, and it’s easy to believe stories about how they bought their place in.
If we like an artist, that artist is incapable of lying:
They didn’t start the beef, they’re the victim. They got their heartbroken they’re not the heart-breaker. They didn’t raise ticket prices, their label did. We don’t and won’t ask why – it is what it is.
We jump ship faster than Jack Sparrow, and we don’t even get treasure for it! We might love our favourite artist up to a point, but as soon as they’re not making us scream obscenities at each other in the club, we lose touch and it’s on to the next one.
We want it now. Like right now. The next album, single, video or tour.
Of course we didn’t buy the last album, single, or tickets to the last tour (which we know the artist needs to live on) but we want it anyway.
And, if it isn’t being given away for free, we rarely take our butts to the store to buy it – or if we do buy it, we make a song and dance about it and the whole world has to know. To us, it’s almost as if music isn’t a business and the artists shouldn’t mind.
This guest post was written by musician Dreama, who describes herself as ‘a girl-emcee sat somewhere sippin’ tea’. You can read more of her musings or check out her music on her website: http://dreamasreality.com