All things come to an end.
Now, the spirit of Hip-hop will always be alive
as long as theres inner cities, theres ghettoes, and theres poor people. Nas[1] Last week BBC News featured a report couched in questioning: Has hip-hop grown up?[2] Besides the obvious condescension, we learned next to nothing (!) about what musical maturity truly means or how it might relate to Hip-Hop. The scantily clad article did very little to examine the dexterity and virtuosity that has sustained Hip-Hop for three decades, and kept it in a permanent state of reinvention. Big wheel keep on turning. Maturity, it seemed BBC was trying to tell us, is achieved when privileged suburban students (a la Yale) find an art-form valid enough to study, and think critically about, it. Hip-Hop has indeed come of age because, now, tourists visit inner city ghettos and Ivy-league students study street culture. No mention of how this didactic experiment with Black artistry, of how this fetishization, and trivialization, of Black culture is a practice as ancient as colonialism. For, as Ralph Ellison wrote brilliantly a half-century ago, it is the crime of reducing the humanity of others to that of a mere convenience, a counter in a barrel game which involves no apparent risk to ourselves. With us Negroes it started with the appropriation of our freedom and our labor; then it was our music, our speech, our dance.[3] Sara Baartman knew a thing or two about that.[4] To say I was surprised would be disingenuous. The whiff of ignorance-infused elitism was pervasive from start to finish, so it seemed only right that it would end with a slight nod to the much-hyped, but discredited, generational division between the younger and older Hip-Hop family. Somewhere in the shallow depths of my mind, I can hear Toni Morrison reminding: the subject of the dream is the dreamer.[5] * * * The recent wave of Rock-influenced Hip-Hop is worth exploring. It all seemed to start when Damon Dash, a much underrated mind I should add, collaborated with Blues-Rock sensation The Black Keys to formulate a good business model
that kind of protects the artistry, its lucrative, but where a lot of people can get [into] it without compromising the brand. Out of this, Blak Roc sprung, and the rest, as is often said, is history.[6] The project, recorded in 11 days and due November 27 (Black Friday), is to feature Mos Def, Jim Jones, Billy Danze (M.O.P), Pharoahe Monch, Q-Tip, Raekwon, ODB (R.I.P.), among others, lacing their vocals onto instrumentals built with the signature sound of The Black Keys.[7] Then surfaced a video promo clip late last month in which Onyx, the ever-energized New York Hip-Hop group, expressed displeasure about Blak Roc, as they considered the concept essentially a rip-off of their soon-to-be released album, The Black Rock. Group member Fredro Starr described the instrumental feel to be expected on their albummad guitars, hard drums. Sticky Fingaz also promised to deliver an hybrid album of Hip-Hop and Rock & Roll. They contend the potency of their idea was so strong that, now, everybody and they mother want to do a Rock & Roll album! In a stark-raving-mad interview on Sirius Radio, Fedro Starr and Sticky Fingaz went so far as leaving open the option for violent confrontation with anyone involved in biting their concept.[8] Besides the obviously exaggerated outburst (meltdown?), they have every right to express righteous indignation at the recent Rock & Roll frenzy brewing in the Hip-Hop community. Seeing as Jay-Z now wants a Rock project of his own, they might have a point.[9] And, of course, within the last 3 years, unexpected artists like Lil Wayne and Shop Boyz have found the initiative irresistibleeven if they lack the artistic sophistication to do something worthwhile with it. But if would be wrong for Onyx to assume, or ordain, themselves the originators of Rock-Hip-Hop mash-up. Run DMCs pioneering role with Walk This Way (Raising Hell, 1986) should never be forgotten. And neither should the Beastie Boys unabashed maintenance, and development, of a Rock-reflected sound their whole career. It would be just as wrong for Jasiri X, the highly skilled Pittsburgh MC, to pronounce himself the first Hip-Hop artist with an inextinguishable dedication to fusing intelligent rhyme schemes with social advocacy. He might be the finest example of our time, but hes a legatee of the Gill Scott-Herons, Muhammad Alis, Fela Kutis, Miriam Makebaas, Public Enemys, and X-Clans that laid the foundation upon which he has built a legacy of his own. Hip-Hop artists must always remember, no matter how convenientand oft times lucrativeit is to forget, that our musical tradition is but an extension of that which came before us. From the West-African folklore, to the North-American Plantation Gospel, to the Blues, to Rock & Roll, to Jazz, to Reggae, to Afro-beat, to Latin Jazz, to Opera, to Funk, to Soul, to R&B, the peculiarity of Hip-Hop is only overshadowed by its strict reinterpretation of those elements. Through sampling, one of Hip-Hops greatest contributions to humanity, this truth is set free. Its much too easy to condemn modern-day Hip-Hop production, and use it as proof positive of an innate defect Hip-Hop artistry harbors, but anyone lucky enough to have been exposed to the eclectic creations of Afrika Bambaataa, J Dilla, Outkast, Madlib, Questlove, Black Milk, or 9th Wonder, can attest to the wide-ranging rhythms Hip-Hop is capable of producing. No other art-form in the history of modern music is able to boast of exposing so extensively its younger demographic to the sounds of old as Hip-Hop has demonstrated these last 30 years. The regeneration of George Clinton and James Brown are two great examples of Hip-Hops philanthropic possibilities. In The New Beats, a slept-on classic written by Hip-Hop critic S.H. Fernando Jr., George Clinton applauds Hip-Hop for making his job easierthe job of sustaining that critical creation of Funk that is both unique and unnerving. I never knew that I would be […]