"I Am An Asshole Who Doesn't Like Rap Music"
The Year I Didn't Discover Rapby Alan Baban
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I’ve been spurred on by various acquaintances, who, after years of enduring my “‘holier-than-thou’ indie rock posturing” (aka one frickin’ mixtape) and having discovered a relatively meager point of musical vulnerability, conspired to plug in their light guns and shoot me down quicker than you can say "Clap Your Hands Say Backlash Yeah."
So, I don’t listen to that much rap. Okay, I don’t really listen to any rap, but that Cadence Weapon album a couple of weeks back kept me from indulging in a Destroyer itch for a couple of hours. My friends keep on reminding me what I’m missing, but for every reference to an affable lyric (“I’m not a businessman / I’m a business, man” sticks), the same douche recounts to me some stale backstory. Just this last month, I’ve heard some this one about Cam’Ron contorting his being a victim of gun crime into a spiked act of self-promotion at least five times. But even with all this extraneous critic-speak junk, I’d hate feeling that my only solid exposure to rap has been an ill-fated stint as a young Marshall Mathers fan and The Blueprint. I came to the conclusion, amid the non-frenzy that predictably precedes the final minutes of each year that 2005 would be the year I would "discover rap." As with most New Year’s Resolutions, the idealism got lobotomized, and I was left with the gradually less palatable substituents of "2005 is the year I will discover rap starting tomorrow," "2005 is the year I might discover rap starting next week," and, finally, "2005 is the year I will decide whether I want to discover rap next year."
So, what was the problem? Well, I never anticipated 2005 to actually yield this many resoundingly great records. Between the New Pornographers, Sufjan, Sleater-Kinney, Malkmus and Wolf Parade you had an indie rock banquet. Did I mention Bloc Party? Amazing. How could I expect myself to "discover rap" when I had yet to fully suss out the fluctuating subtleties of a treasure trove of my favourite acts? And who the hell expected Face the Truth to be, well, good? 2005, for me at least, held an embarrassing abundance of surprises, the greatest and, yes, most infamous blindside being CYHSY. But what about Ryan Adams turning in one and half albums only marginally less impressive than Heartbreaker? And that damn Kelly Clarkson song that made me want to listen past the first 20 seconds? Her fault, not mine.
But if anything hindered my attempts to bring rap into the fold this year, then it was Spoon. They nailed it. What always gets me is how intrinsically perfect those eleven songs must have been before being fed into the Eno’s meatgrinder and skewered up into some tasty morsels, with just about the right amount of rubber to chew the fat with. For a record entrenched in studio wizardry, Gimme Fiction still sounds inspired and exciting, the way the George Harrison-esque frayed bizarro asides on "The Beast and the Dragon, Adored" eventually give in to the chopped clap’n’board, every unruly additive exterminated, reveals a band as much in love with the development of its craft as its song writing.
If next year is anything like 2005, then I might just have to give up on rap once and for all, unless we get some weird Chuck D / Iron & Wine collaborations. The thing is, I love indie rock, even if the indie rock that gets bandied about these days as "indie rock," isn’t particularly independent, nor does it petulantly anchor itself to rock’s medulla as if our cerebral hemispheres were nothing more than bruised crash helmets. The way Alec Ounsworth’s voice languishes rhythmically around his final incantation of “child stars” or the colossal weight of Brownstein’s guitar around the 2 minute mark of "Rollercoaster" – this is not such fuel for clinical exercises in critical parsing, this is, first and foremost, liberating music, and not some candy floss metronome jig for my feet. Every year will have its fair share of new order Franzalikes and assorted trailblazers, but 2005 seemed to be a year of unprecedented fruition if you sifted long enough through the corporate quagmire. It also kept Natalie Portman’s effusive “this band will change your life,” surely the stuff of nightmares, out of your head long enough to say "I’m vibin’ wit’ this." Ok, I’m sorry, that was pretty lame.
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:06 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:12 (twenty years ago)
― Eisbär (llamasfur), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:20 (twenty years ago)
― Eisbär (llamasfur), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:21 (twenty years ago)
― Whiney G. Weingarten (whineyg), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:32 (twenty years ago)
But if anything hindered my attempts to bring rap into the fold this year, then it was Spoon. They nailed it.
― gear (gear), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:32 (twenty years ago)
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=26665884
― gear (gear), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:34 (twenty years ago)
But this "everyone's a music writer" shit makes "everyone's a DJ" seem like a swell idea.
― Whiney G. Weingarten (whineyg), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:41 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:56 (twenty years ago)
But this guy blows.
― Abbadavid Berman (Hurting), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 06:57 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:02 (twenty years ago)
PLEASE SIR, MAKE THE LAUGHING STOP
― NoTimeBeforeTime (Barry Bruner), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:05 (twenty years ago)
― Abbadavid Berman (Hurting), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:07 (twenty years ago)
Yeugh -- picking apart C- blog writing at 2am on a work night is really scraping the bottom.
I was reviewing some literature for work a few minutes ago and I needed to vent :)
― NoTimeBeforeTime (Barry Bruner), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:10 (twenty years ago)
― Abbadavid Berman (Hurting), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:14 (twenty years ago)
― NoTimeBeforeTime (Barry Bruner), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:30 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 07:44 (twenty years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 11:25 (twenty years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 11:31 (twenty years ago)
-- Whiney G. Weingarten (christopher...), December 27th, 2005.
LOL, OTM, etc.
Dr. Frankenstein- we've found the monster.
Etc.
― jsoulja (jsoulja), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 11:32 (twenty years ago)
― Austin Still (Austin, Still), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 11:34 (twenty years ago)
― tommy, Tuesday, 27 December 2005 11:38 (twenty years ago)
― jed_ (jed), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 11:55 (twenty years ago)
― pdf (Phil Freeman), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 13:33 (twenty years ago)
50 Cent should die, though. Right now. Please.
(This not being a comment on hip-hop in a larger sense- I'm just talking about 50 Cent.)
― jsoulja (jsoulja), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 13:42 (twenty years ago)
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 14:12 (twenty years ago)
― jsoulja (jsoulja), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 14:42 (twenty years ago)
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 15:53 (twenty years ago)
― jsoulja (jsoulja), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 16:16 (twenty years ago)
I think the weird thing is why he seems bothered. You don't like rap? Why should you? You don't have to like everything. I .m not keen on operetta. Having said that the Dangerdoom album is one of my favourites of the year. I wonder if he heard that?
― Ned T.Rifle (nedtrifle), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 16:19 (twenty years ago)
― keith m (keithmcl), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 16:46 (twenty years ago)
I'm always baffled by the blogs/sites that rise to the top.
The music sites and blogs that people talk about the most (esp. on ilx) don't have the best writing or best opinions.
They either:a) Have been around the longestb) Are run by people who have the time/initiative to update them every day.
As bad as you think Rolling Stone and Spin are, at least they have some of the best music writers on the planet. They don't pick their staff by who can write the most reviews in a day.
I've heard people talk about CokeMachineGlow. And the writing on there is sub-zine. Why aren't people talking about Keith Hariss's blog? Or MelissaMaerz? Or [insert any other quality magazine writer with, cleary, better things to do than write for free all day]?
― Whiney G. Weingarten (whineyg), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 16:56 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 17:00 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 17:34 (twenty years ago)
― mike h. (mike h.), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 17:57 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 18:36 (twenty years ago)
ROFFLE
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 18:40 (twenty years ago)
The question isn't "Why are his opinions bad?" It's "Why are his opinions suddenly valid?"
~C
― Whiney G. Weingarten (whineyg), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 18:41 (twenty years ago)
― The King of Flop Threads, Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:13 (twenty years ago)
― Desperate Assbitches, Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:21 (twenty years ago)
― $#@!!, Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:23 (twenty years ago)
You seriously expect The WU to compare to The BLOC? Why even compare?
It certainly proves that internet access doesn't automatically broaden young peoples horizons after all :/
― Merry Christmas (fandango), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:27 (twenty years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:29 (twenty years ago)
2005: The Year I Didn't Discover There Are More Genres In Existence Apart From The Rap/Rock/Dance Axis Than Time To Even Be Able To Listen To Them All.
[write some bullshit in this space later about the advantages of not ever looking beyond your nose, bookmarked weblogs or immediate class/race/cultural boundaries]
― Merry Christmas (fandango), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:42 (twenty years ago)
― Huk-L (Huk-L), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 19:47 (twenty years ago)
blog thing -> ILM (or at the very least, every thread about Arcade Fire and MIA)
― NoTimeBeforeTime (Barry Bruner), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 20:14 (twenty years ago)
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 27 December 2005 20:21 (twenty years ago)
Someone else can likely define this better, and I hope they try.
― mike h. (mike h.), Thursday, 29 December 2005 16:50 (twenty years ago)
― jaymc (jaymc), Thursday, 29 December 2005 16:55 (twenty years ago)
haha try reading ilm
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:15 (twenty years ago)
― mike h. (mike h.), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:16 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:17 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:19 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:19 (twenty years ago)
― GET EQUIPPED WITH BUBBLE LEAD (ex machina), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:20 (twenty years ago)
― jed_ (jed), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:21 (twenty years ago)
-- u saved me (wt...), Today. (tracklink) (later)
*Yawn!*
― regular roundups (Dave M), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:23 (twenty years ago)
-- regular roundups (daphima@g(amma)mail.com), December 29th, 2005 12:23 PM. (Dave M)
pffft
(c - . -) zZzzZZzzzzZz
― DR. O. RLY? (eman), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:30 (twenty years ago)
― Yawn (Wintermute), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:31 (twenty years ago)
says the guy who seems to have actually read, and for all I know participated in,
when did ILM get taken over by MORONS?-- u saved me (wt...), December 29th, 2005. (tracklink) (later)
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:35 (twenty years ago)
― DR. O. RLY? (eman), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:36 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:36 (twenty years ago)
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:37 (twenty years ago)
/:=0-= /
xxpost
― Yawn (Wintermute), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:39 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:39 (twenty years ago)
― s1ocki (slutsky), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:41 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:41 (twenty years ago)
Thanks Jess or whoever for killing this thread. Sorry we're not all as bored with ILM as you are. I know rule #1 is not to take things here too seriously, but I have a hard time seeing the difference between trolls and the "old" ILM-ers who shit on threads like this because they themselves have already heard/been through this argument and think everyone should be where they are with the whole thing. It's like a senile grandfather who's a total prick to his grandkids and makes them listen to his asinine ramblings because even after all his experience he's still somehow deeply unhappy with himself. The fact that those of you I'm talking to will like that description just makes it worse.
― regular roundups (Dave M), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:43 (twenty years ago)
― s1ocki (slutsky), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:44 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:44 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:45 (twenty years ago)
― Cliftonb, Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:48 (twenty years ago)
"seriously"
― mr nu ilm (lovebug starski), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:48 (twenty years ago)
1. Alpha Tired Of Guys Who Say Bitch At Least Once Per Song2. Going Someplace Quiet3. Quis Custodiet Custodies Ipsos4. I Probably Misremembered That Latin, My Bad Yo5. Hast Thou Considered The Merch Table6. Still Tippin'7. Long Spoken Word Polemic About The Sorry State Of The Discourse Around Rap8. Skit: Sound of Toilet Flushing9. Long Spoken Word Bet-Hedging Polemic About How the Rock Discourse Is Little Better10-13. Beehoven, Symphony No. 5
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:50 (twenty years ago)
― Mr Straight Toxic (ghostface), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:51 (twenty years ago)
― u saved me (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:51 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Thursday, 29 December 2005 17:57 (twenty years ago)
― patrick bateman (mickeygraft), Thursday, 29 December 2005 18:15 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Thursday, 29 December 2005 21:19 (twenty years ago)
Depends on your definition of pop. If you share my genre definition (which is based on certain musical elements rather than popularity), then Coldplay and Keane are way more pop than Britney Spears is. :)
(At least Keane I would classify as pure classic melodic pop, whereas Coldplay do have some rock/indie elements in addition)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Thursday, 29 December 2005 23:55 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 29 December 2005 23:56 (twenty years ago)
― gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Friday, 30 December 2005 00:00 (twenty years ago)
― regular roundups (Dave M), Friday, 30 December 2005 00:48 (twenty years ago)
― blunt (blunt), Friday, 30 December 2005 01:03 (twenty years ago)
It may pain you to consider it, but the fact is many literate people consider bullsh*t like Clipse to be embarrassing and false. And while they may not be expressing this in terms florid enough for your approval, the dope, guns and f***ing in the streets arm of hip-hop reeks of the worst unsubstantiated bravado and meaningless "rebel" cool, things only a thirteen year-old could find intimidating or impressive.
[And Tom, what are even saying in that penultimate paragraph? "If you don't have anything overeducated to say, don't say anything at all?" You don't have to take "simple" criticism seriously? Wake up from the liberal-arts dream, dude. This is New York City. And your list sucks.]
That you and your gaggle of well-fed pals are so incapable of calling a duck a duck is only evidence of a sad, totally unexamined (and frankly racist) effort to prop up laughable hip-hop loudmouths as poets, to transitively transcend your sheltered insecurity by basking in their (completely phony) overconfidence and "hard" image. Cocaine! Holy s***!
You can't king-make a jester like Jeezy. Yours and so many of your peers' fantasies of and condescension toward nonsense like "trap-hop" absolutely jumps from the page. And apparently you don't even know it, can't see it, and will continue to make fools of yourselves, a la Nick Sylvester's increasingly-used and outrageously racist Amos n' Andy voice (see Pitchfork singles list entry #16).
Posted by: Chris Ott at December 29, 2005 10:36 AM
― jaymc (jaymc), Friday, 30 December 2005 21:19 (twenty years ago)
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― jaymc (jaymc), Friday, 30 December 2005 21:30 (twenty years ago)
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― cancer prone fat guy (dubplatestyle), Friday, 30 December 2005 21:33 (twenty years ago)
― Shakey Mo Collier (Shakey Mo Collier), Friday, 30 December 2005 21:50 (twenty years ago)
― disco violence (disco violence), Friday, 30 December 2005 22:19 (twenty years ago)
xpost
― regular roundups (Dave M), Friday, 30 December 2005 22:20 (twenty years ago)
― disco violence (disco violence), Friday, 30 December 2005 22:22 (twenty years ago)
― B, Sunday, 8 January 2006 18:56 (twenty years ago)