A little while ago my friends at Urban Rhetoric, progenitors of all things cool, asked me to write a piece on being a parent and a fan of Hip Hop. Below is a reprint of the original article.
Children's music is universally atrocious. It is trite and tedious. An endless sea of monotony that crushes ones humanity with unrelenting waves of banal tedium. At first it laps gently at the shores of your sanity. A barely felt current, swathing your new baby in passivity and lulling him to sleep. Slowly it seeps into diaper changes and car rides, please touch museums and toy stores. It's suddenly everywhere and you are caught in the swell of its undertow. You gasp for Nas, Mos Def, Kanye, but it's too late, your lungs are already saturated with Three Blind Mice, Itsy Bitsy Spider and something called "Raffi". Children's music is devious. It's born of platitudes and gentle hell fire. It's boring and insidious. It is the incarnate soul of the devil.
Children's music is universally atrocious. It is trite and tedious. An endless sea of monotony that crushes ones humanity with unrelenting waves of banal tedium. At first it laps gently at the shores of your sanity. A barely felt current, swathing your new baby in passivity and lulling him to sleep. Slowly it seeps into diaper changes and car rides, please touch museums and toy stores. It's suddenly everywhere and you are caught in the swell of its undertow. You gasp for Nas, Mos Def, Kanye, but it's too late, your lungs are already saturated with Three Blind Mice, Itsy Bitsy Spider and something called "Raffi". Children's music is devious. It's born of platitudes and gentle hell fire. It's boring and insidious. It is the incarnate soul of the devil.