

Recently I had the misfortune of watching a short musical clip by the latest fashion in rap music.

Music has truly been the guiding force in our experience, both in the motherland and here. We came here with the musical ability to send messages over vast distances because of the rhythm of the drum.ĭescendants of enslaved Africans created gospel music, we invented jazz music, we curated rhythm & blues. It also has some of the least talented individuals making money off of it, with many staking their claim to fame by being involved in shootings against a rival.īlack people have been into music since the first enslaved African stepped onto the shores of this country. No longer does it rap about the power structure but rather the emphasis now seems to be on Black people killing one another. The once thought-provoking political leanings of the early version of gangster rap soon degenerated into the foulness of drill music, which has some of the sickest lyrics in town. It took about a decade for rap music, the fun and entertaining version, to be infiltrated by gangsta rap. I enjoyed that initial record, but I never really got into rap music. But if the Sugarhill Gang’s album, Rapper’s Delight, is the widely recognized starting point of the genre, it came out when I was well into my 20s, around 1980.

I cannot claim to be a rap music anthologist.
