So I downloaded Watch the Throne. If you don’t know what that is, I suggest a fine meal of poprocks, cyanide, and bleach. Now that the malice is out the way, let me just say that I really enjoyed this album. Though I don’t have to listen to music everyday, I like to think that I have an ear for good sh*t…like Rawse. Ughn. This album is that. It’s the type of ish you bump in the whip on a long drive or on the subway when you’re headed to the plantation. Oh you think I’ma share the link? Nah. I ain’t tryin’ to have Men in Black zapping my freedom.
I was readin’ some of the reviews online and saw that a good number of folks were unhappy with what Kanye and Jay-Z put out there. I can’t knock people’s taste in music. Everybody is different. However, I found myself wondering what album people had listened to and what the gripe was? After much thought and downloading of grown folk footage because sometimes I yearn for walls that are doing everything but surround that which matters to me most, I realized that maybe I just listen to music differently. Honestly, I fall in and out of love with music as the year goes by. Sometimes I need it in my life. Other times I could give 2 shits if it’s there. That isn’t much different than how I feel about a lot of things.
Loooove, I still don’t get enough of it. That has nothing to do with this post, but I wanted to beat my chest and proclaim it to the world like I’m in my teens, rockin’ saggy jeans, and my father was never there nahmean? That’s not a cool metaphor, but we can’t deny the reality. Might as well make reference to it. Rappers lazily do it all the time.
See, I’m not a music buff. I’m not the person that can listen to a song once and memorize the lyrics. I’m not the person who you can sit down for an interview and ask about the lyrics that have impacted my life. Real talk, I like to listen to stuff, feel good, get amped, and figure out how the producer crafted the beat(s). I like to imagine how the rapper heard an instrumental, got geeked, then wrote some dope sauce to accompany the melodies and baselines. I’ve written songs before, so I can empathize. I’m not saying they were good songs, but they tolerable enough to have people be like “Aight, I see you Slim. You still got that day job doe?” Maybe they were just being nice, but I like to think otherwise. If you tell me otherwise, I will delete your comment and de-friend you every place imaginable. Like any other artist, I’m sensitive about my shit.
Music for me is an expression of thought and creativity that can’t be matched in mediums other than screaming and beating up a pillow while a shrink nods and jots down “this muggafugga is crazy” in their discounted notepad, drawing or painting art, and writing. I guess musicians write too, but the way I’m thinking of writing is what you see in the body of this post. It’s the thoughts in my head conveyed in a way that some people will get and others won’t. I don’t worry about the repercussions of what I write because this is my space — not to be confused with that website where you catch STDs by responding to a message. If you don’t like the lane I’m in, turn on your blinker and take the next exit.
It’s crazy what I’ve learned about myself and music over the last year. I’m all about bass, samples, and tunes I can whistle while I work. I enjoy memorable lyrics that don’t necessarily blow me away because of the punchlines, but because they’re catchy and memorable. So when folks have deep conversations about the intricacies of metaphors and the 1 million interpretations of what a rapper meant, I’m just listenin’ to the beat and rhymes and enjoyin’ it for what it is. That’s just me though. What about you? How do you listen to music?
Mojo back! Mojo back! I took a weekend off and got my mojo back! I think.