Artistic Integrity

It’s been about two months since I moved into my new pad. I find it such life-time consuming to fix up the place one dwells to be comfortable enough to wonder if it’s worth all the effort. Of course, we want peace in where we live… and I constantly need new furnishings. That’s the reality of physical existence. Anyways, in somewhat of a related topic, I came across a section of James Randi’s commentary today that I found amusing entitled “Dangerous DVD”:

Reader Anders Juhlin, of Skövde, Sweden, reports –

I just saw “Billy Connelly Live” on DVD. In one of his rants he goes after pseudoscience and makes this spot-on quote: “Feng Shui – move a chair and you’ll be happy.” I fell off my chair laughing. It’s an old chair, but nonetheless I did it.

Guess who came through next, X clan debut/
Professor X and Vanglorious/
Exists in a state of Red, Black, and Green/
(With a key, Sissy!)
Now with this bein a new trend/
We don’t fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums/
Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions/
Represents black power and we ain’t know what it meant…

– Eminem, Yellow Brick Road

Me love hip-hop long time. What happened to it? No, I’m not gettin’ old (well, physically, I am. But that’s not what I’m arguing here). I’ve just became indifferent to it. With 50 Cent selling $35,000 G-Unit watches, and The Game proclaiming he’s the Denzel Washington of rap, the quality of artistic integrity is lowered… not necessarily jabbing at specific artists, as I do enjoy alot of 50 Cent’s earlier works. But, hip-hop has evolved into a business… but, what are they selling? Well, I bring this up today because last night, we were over at Jim’s house joining the usual trend of Texas Hold ’em… and with BigMike, Randi Boy, and Jim… we all grew up on hip-hop music since it’s mainstream birth of the past two decades. And on the television set, it was playing BET’s uncensored hiphop videos. Now, I’m probably one of the last person to get offended by vulgarity and nudity. I’ve seen enough sex & violence in the media to become jaded, I know it exists. Anyways, I had forgotten the artists on the screen, but it was pure ignorance… with a lazy beat, and boring lyrics about “money & hoes, the rappers, in every scene, was fondling a bubble-butted girl in a skanky (as opposed to sexy) outfit. And I’ve seen pornos with more class! Remember when 2 Live Crew had a catchey style to their sexual romps? And Ghetto Boys had wit and skills to their street gangsterism? Hip-hop, it’s no longer fun, no longer controversial, no longer an art… it’s a business. It’s no longer a force that has to be reckoned with. I will just patiently wait on another revolution by a new form of artistic and rebellious music. For the meantime, I just hope good wishes that hip-hop is still protected by the Red, the Black, and the Green. Sissy! Or, I’m just getting old…

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