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Sunday, September 16, 2018

Rap on brother rap on.

I love music. Just about all kinds. Blues, jazz, funk, country, classical, rock, soul, beebop, big band, crooners, experimental, rhythm and blues, punk, new wave, folk, disco even. I can only take so much polka but that is a subject for another day. Not real hip on banda either.

After eleven years reading the blog, you know what I like. And I consistently get plaudits from you for the music I post. That makes me happy.

I bring up the subject because at the Saturday breakfast (the waitress calls us the Mensa group) somebody mentioned that Kendrick Lamar had won a Pulitzer. Who? You know, the rapper...

And I realized that I had never actually listened to the guy. And tried to yesterday and he was essentially unlistenable. As is pretty much all rap music for me. I like a lot of hip hop but can't take the rap. Ditto Cardi B and Nicki and all the rest. It does nothing for me in a musical sense. I actually thought that Kurtis Blow and Afrika Bambaataa were pretty cool early on but was lost soon after. I did like Emily XYZ and the Stereo MC's.

But I am totally amazed at how the younger generation, no matter their race and color, have fallen for this rap music I find so utterly devoid of musicality. Shows how old I am. I watch Marvin Gaye, Al Green, The Stylistics, Bill Withers, Sly Stone, Stevie,  James Brown and Aretha and all this incredibly great stuff and have to wonder, how the hell did this awful rap shit happen?

I am so happy to have been around when the music was good.

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