May 22, 2006 22:29
I've always hated it, but recent events have rekindled the frosted flames of true hatred for the genre. It's not so much the over-all sound of it, as the inane lyrics, the repetitive nature, and the complete lack of true individualism in its artistry. Case in point as to the lyrics, one of my new least favorite songs tends to repeat "Booty booty booty booty [something] everywhere." Great job man, you created the 285,197th song about how much you love asses. Thanks for that. Another one, and this is an excerpt from my all-time least favorite song, "Put your milk in my coco puffs, milky milky coco puffs." Now I have been led to believe that this is, in fact, not a song about the morning bowl of cereal. With that frame of mnid removed, there is only one real possibility, and that involves a man ejaculating somewhere on or in a black woman (despite the white quality of the singers voice and the utter lack of the inner-city negroid dialectic), and, as it also is a song about asses, it would not be much of a stretch to assume that this is happening during or after anal sex. Great job guys, you just got your song about butt-sex on the radio, and played at high-school proms around the nation where those listening will be more than happy to do as you say. Real classy. And all of this, in addition to the fact that the difference between these rap songs is generally (there are a few exceptions) nill, especially in terms of the rythem. The melody may change slightly, and the rappers voices all differ, but almost every song has that same basic beat, conducive to a repetitive back and forth motion, with no need to break or alter one's rythem in between songs. Thank you, rappers of the world, for your ass fetish and your sex music. What would we have done without it?
I'll have a more Seth-like post up soon enough, I just wanted to get that off my chest first.