Jun 20, 2005 16:00
I just got the go ahead from my sister to take my 14 year old nephew to the De La Soul show in July. I'm trying to introduce Rudy to better music, better hip-hop, than what he's used to from top-40 radio and his pimply, adolescent friends. I'm starting slow; for his birthday I got him a Talib Kweli album and the BlackStar album. Mos Def has enough MTV-lite-top-40 cred to get my peer-influenced nephew to listen to it and not feel like I'm force feeding him "It Takes a Nation of Millions..." That will come later, though.
Oddly enough, he can sing along to every Al Green or Marvin Gaye song in distribution, thanks to my sister's musical time warp, but he'll never be as passionate about music as my mom, my sister and I are. I don't think it will ever speak to him or punctuate periods of his life like it has mine, but if he's going to listen to *something* I'd rather it be stuff that wasn't about ass, bentleys, cristal, and [lyrical] dick swords. He may never register the social, political, economic and cultural commentary in the most argyle spectrum of "sweater hip hop," but as long as he can recognize the song, that's good enough for me. I guess.
I told Rudy I'd only take him to a show if he let me dress him. Boy cleans up only sufficiently, and with lots of effort.