I grew up in an era where we popped cassette tapes and scratched up CD’s due to heavy rotation. I myself am guilty of pirating my Grandmother’s church VHS tapes to record videos from Ralph McDaniel’s “Video Music Box”. I’m still long over due an ass whipping from the amount of times I called up the “Box” running her cable bill sky high!
Books and music have always been my get high. They seamlessly mesh together like peanut butter and jelly. My idea of a good time back then was a charged up walkman, headphones without any tears in the foam cushioning and my latest read. This was absolutely everything to me. That’s probably why it’s so difficult for me to relate to the new age music which is infused with a shit load of auto tones and incoherent grunts. Half of the time I can’t figure out what they are saying or what the song is about.
There was purpose to A Tribe Called Quest song.
You got a rush while listening to MOP.
Nas gave you insight.
Wu Tang made you want to start your own clique loaded with lyrical gunners.
Slick Rick’s visuals sucked you into the story and Biggie started the party off right! Pencils and paper were our google. You had to listen, rewind and sometimes debate over the bars to a track/ lyric to the beat. I’m still on the fence over Aaron Hall’s slippage of “Dumb bitch” in the classic Guy cover of “Piece of my Love.” (I don’t think he said it.)
What a sigh of relief it was for me to hear 4:44. Jay is dropping knowledge and bringing the substance back.
Dusting off my pad and pen…school is back in session!