Mainstream hip-hop has become cock rock in blackface. Twenty years from now we will look back and laugh ourselves silly that it was possible for a lardy munter like the stupidly named “Notorious BIG” (that’s “Bee-Eye-Gee”, ladeez) to be Number One in the UK charts with an unironic Feed-The-World style ensemble display of sexual bragaddocio like Nasty Girl. With lyrics* that rival those of Spinal Tap’s Sex Farm for fist-shaped innuendo, fatboy and his similarly overpaid (and sadly oversexed) “homies” jostle to outdo one another in their tales of groupie-groping. Just like the guitar-wanking, big-haired honkies that preceded them, the depressing truth is that they are almost certainly not making up their tales of sexual conquest.
So, am I just a sad stay-at-home loser poisoned by envy? Yes. Is the resulting recording a steaming pile of horse manure? Yes. In a couple of decades will B-I-G have his own Osbournes-style reality TV show? [Actually, no. He’s dead. See comments.] Please, God, no (if only because this will mean his missus will wind up judging some godawful “talent” contest in which various multi-ethnic proto-divas wander up and down the Gospel scale in search of Meaning).
*[Isn’t it cute that the site I linked suggests that “[v]isitors interested in Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics may also interested in: Dire Straits lyrics”?]
erm, wasn’t this chap murdered in ’97?
rip. all the homies that can’t be here tonight.
BIG died in 1997 so on the plus side the amount of unreleased material of his must be seriously depleted by now but unfortunately what’s left will be of even lower quality.
(Christ, I suppose this adds a disturbing whiff of necrophilia to the thing as well.)
[…] An earlier post of mine might have been construed as criticism of respected rapper and member of the community of people of colour Notorious B.I.G. Since writing that entry in my Weblog I have been informed by two of my readers, that Mr B.I.G. is, in fact, deceased. I think I and everyone here will agree that his contributions to the performing arts and the recording industry will be recognized for centuries to come for their profound musical importance and their impact upon fields as wide-ranging as philosophy, literature, politics, and geophysics. Our thoughts are with him, his family, and his crew at this difficult time. […]
Mainstream hip-hop has become cock rock in blackface.
Indeed. Very well put.
Cock Rock in Blackface
Pootergeek nails it.