17 April 2007

Censorship vs gangsta rap (re: Imus essay)


  • Apr 17, 2007

Censorship vs gangsta rap (re: Imus essay)

I recently saw a MySpace "survey" which included the question "Is Rap music disrespectful to women?"
My thought was "Of course.  All of it.  Even the songs and artists which aren't.  Especially rappers such as Public Enemy, Underground, and TuPac, and current artists OutKast, RasKaDee and Dead Prez with their "Mind Sex".  Oh and the lyrics of the Fugees, Queen LaTifa, and Lil Kim, very offensive to women."
A little on the sarcastic side, obviously.
Point is, that is a really stupid question.  Rap is not one song, one artist, or even one style.  There are artists who objectify women in rock and country, and there are artists who do in rap as well.

The important question is, when there are so many political, and/or positive, and/or fun and upbeat, and/or meaningful rap songs and artists, why is it that NWA and Snoop Dogg are considered representative of the entire genre.  Why are gangsta rap, hyphe (the glorification of stupid for its own sake), dirty south and crunk, the dominate styles in their respective times?

While there may be many complex reasons, it is important to remember that the promotion of a song or group is controlled by major record labels, radio stations, and concert venue owners.  The vast majority of these happen to be white. 
I'm not saying it is a deliberate conspiracy, but it is interesting that NWA got more air time than Public Enemy, when the former was hardcore gangsta rap, promoted violence in general, was disrespectful of women in particular, while the latter was purely political, and rapped about such things as the aftermath of slavery, alcohol abuse in the black community, and the use of the word "n***er" by ignorant black americans.

I used to dislike the entire genre for the same reasons; until I started to find the numerous exceptions to the generalizations expressed here.
Fact is, it is a style of music, not a type of content.  Beyond the question of who chooses what style becomes popular, the question remains, why are so many rappers the way described?  And in that, there is the same chicken/egg question raised by all of the media influences people arguments.  Does the community build its morals based on the music they listen to, or do they choose to listen to music that matches their morals?  Does art imitate life, or life imitate art? I think the question of why the community thinks this way is more important than why rappers do.  If youth were offended by the lyrics, they would stop buying the albums, and the rappers would stop writing that way. I think internalized racism is very relevant, but not exactly accurate. It is more that many black people have bought into the idea that the black community is in some way fundamentally separate from society at large.  While many sub-cultures in the US make some effort to assimilate, in a way blacks try to move away from the rest of society.  Of course this is true to a large extent of youth in general.  But when a punk or a goth or a skater white kid writes a note to a teacher, they generally do not use the sub-cultural words they use with their friends.  Some black children seem unaware that they aren't speaking proper english, and use slang even in formal settings.  Black youth are told that math, history, english classes are not relevant to their problems, to their community.  This is an extremely destructive, but widespread belief.  While the intention may have been valid, the result is not that kids do independent research and learn the history that classrooms leave out, the result is they don't try, or drop out, and continue a cycle of ignorance when they have children and fail to encourage them to perform well in school.  I think we should consider it a problem that many blacks consider another black person who is educated and articulate to be "acting white" or a sell-out or not really black.  This is a promotion of ignorance just as hyphe is a promotion of stupid.


The debate over ebonics is another example.  
The fact is that for generations blacks were denied formal education, and like in every culture where a group is separated from mainstream society and denied education, a slang of broken english developed.  And instead of emphasizing teaching, many people, including educated blacks (who, incidentally, don't speak that way), supported children's 'right' to remain ignorant. There is little chance that some one who spoke 'ebonics' would get a job as an executive or governor, so the unintended consequence of supporting deliberate cultural segregation would be to not only keep people separate, but also to maintain the status quo, or even reverse the positive changes that have developed over the years. 
It is my opinion that the best, possibly only, way to negate the still lasting effects of slavery is to tax the hell out of inheritance and provide free education, funded at the federal level, up to a bachelors degree, for everyone.  The effects of poverty and lack of education are inherited just as surely as money is, and there has never been any steps to level the playing field.  Reparations never came, and so, with the cumulative effect of inheritance, it is no surprise that blacks on average are poorer than the average american.  It should come as no surprise either that poor people, of any color, commit more crime, and particularly more violent crime.  They have less to lose, and more to gain from, for example, armed robbery, than someone whose parents paid for their college education.

As offensive as some lyrics or comedy sketches may be, I think the absolutely last thing anyone needs is another push towards censorship.  It is a dangerous and slippery slope.   We have come a long way, and any move towards censorship, no matter how well intentioned, is a step backwards for all of democracy.  Tipper Gore already got us those "parental advisory" stickers on albums, we have the movie and now TV ratings with all new TVs having the ability to lockout individual shows.  The Grand Theft Auto video game was a M (mature) game, despite its extremely graphic and extreme violence, potentially offensive racial stereotypes, drug use, and glorification of crimes of all sorts.  When it was discovered that an un-authorized hack of the software could unlock a small, clothed, soft-core simulated sex game, the rating was changed to  AO (adults only) and most major retailers pulled it from their shelves - despite the fact that the Sims 2 could be hacked just as easily to be far more graphic, and that Playboy: the Mansion game had equally graphic actions as mainstay of the game play; both of which games had only M ratings.  Point is, when society finds it acceptable to ban certain words or ideas, there is no way to control who decides what is offensive and what isn't.  Free speech applies to everyone, or it applies to no one.   Including rappers - even the bad ones.  And  to Imus as well, and those like him.
I also want to point out that "ho" does not mean "black woman".  There are white hos.  It is derogatory to women in general - and then only if it is meant to apply to all women.  There really are prostitutes, and if that is the context in which the term is used, it isn't necessarily offensive.  A lot of songs and media seem offensive because a key word or phrase stands out to the causal listener, who is unable or uninterested to hearing the overall context of the song, the album, or the artist.  I wrote my last blog on this subject (though Trent Reznor is white, it is an example of what I mean). Also not black, but a prominent figure in Hip-Hop, Eminem sounds at first listen (and 2nd, 3rd and 4th) to be horribly offensive, until you realize that 90% of it is tongue-in-cheek, that he is making a point to be over the top offensive.  You also see personal growth from one album to the next - artists are people, individuals, before they are musicians, no matter how big they get. They are only representatives of society because (and as long as) radio stations play their music and Tower stocks their latest album. In many ways, having an older generation insist that such-and-such is offensive, or bad, or unacceptable only makes it more appealing to youth.  I guess my overall point is it would be far better for us to focus on promoting positive messages, rather than attempting the censor negative ones, whether they be from white commentators, black rappers, or anyone else.  The enemies are mind set and culture, ones which include a internalization of ignorance and poverty.  Fighting messages we don't like is pointless at best.

08 April 2007

Closer




  • Apr 8, 2007

  • Closer

    Its that one line that stands out.  Its what people hear first.  It seems dramatic in its vulgarity; and so it's taken out of context.

    This is not the typical bass thumping, "hey baby, lets get in on" song.
    It is not about dominance, nor pleasure.  Nothing could be farther from the truth.

    "Help me" is more key to the feeling than "I want to fuck you like an animal".

    This is a person in pain - in total desperation:

    "Help me; I broke apart my insides... I've got no soul to sell"
    Fucking her is a last resort, an escape from his reality which he knows he can not truly fix, "the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself."
    The next line after the hook shows the unhealthy dynamic at play "My whole existence is flawed; you get me closer to God"
    He wants faith, he does not have any left.  He is empty inside.  He is tormented.  "...have my isolation...have the hate that it brings...have my absence of faith, you can have my everything". 
    After the word "fuck" we don't hear these lines.

    Just because he does the penetrating does not make him the one with power in the relationship.  "Help me, you make me perfect.  Help me become somebody else."  It is he, not her, who is scraped off his knees.  He who drinks her honey.  She "is the reason [he] stay[s] alive."

    In the rest of the album this is expanded upon.  He is a broken man.  She enjoys the dynamic they have, or at the least is willing to take advantage of it.  He is the one being used.  His fucking her may be the only aspect of their relationship in which he has any semblance of control.

    At first listen the music is loud, fast heavy - but it has a very "dark" [excuse the expression] undertone, it is not upbeat, it has that bump, but it is depressing - its the feeling of depression thinly veiled, of enthusiasm as distraction, like taking pain killers and running on a broken leg.  The pain is still there, no matter how fast you go, no matter how euphoric you feel in the moment.

    It is a feeling, I suspect, which more of us can sympathies with than we would care to admit.

    At least, that's how I interpret it.  I'm no poet.  I could be totally wrong.

    I do not find it offensive.

    A friend of mine did not like this song.  That's what inspired this, of course.  I guess that's what Catholic school does to a person, even if they didn't really buy into it.

    And so, when some brilliant DJ combines it with the soundtrack to the first Super Mario Brothers for original Nintendo, seamlessly, well, I just have to conclude that juxtaposition is the greatest thing ever.


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    06 April 2007

    It turns out my neighbor ISN'T a crack head!



    • Apr 6, 2007

    It turns out my neighbor ISN'T a crack head!

    It's heroin, not crack.

    Not that I am surprised.  I just use the term "crack-head" because it's got a certain ring to it, which "heroin-addict" lacks.

    I hear from one of my former neighbors, who bought some of my furniture today, that the crazy pet-abusing child-threatening neighbor-robbing 3-broken-car-owning driveway-full-of-crap trailer trash neighbor is actually being evicted!

    Hooray!

    Apparently despite the drug sales, the credit card fraud, the identity theft, and the burglary, he still couldn't pay the rent.
    Supposedly that time the cops were here for so long, it was for his girl, not for him.  That explains why she hasn't been around for a while.  Supposedly she will be away for a good while, from all the identity theft she was caught involved in.
    The former neighbor who told me all this, she warned me to watch out.  Now that he's being evicted (dear god I hope they take his kid) he has nothing to lose from hurting his neighbors - especially ones he has a grudge against, i.e. ME. 
    So, one of these days something of mine will be missing, or maybe there will be a brick through the window of the truck or trailer.
    But, it will be worth it!
    Won't have to deal with him ever again after that.  Won't have to listen to him cursing and threatening his 2 year old for walking more than 5 ft away from the driveway.  Won't have to worry about the revenge that might or might not be coming some day.  Won't have to worry about drunkenness giving him the courage to actually start a fight - I'd have the advantage of being sober and not an idiot, but he'd have the advantage of surprise, size and weight, and probably countless street and prison fights in the past.  Considering that he already has nothing, I couldn't even sue for damages.  Even if I "won", nothing good could come of it.
    But it may be a moot point very soon.  He didn't pay his rent.  They're throwing him out.
    Ding-Dong the witch is dead!  Which old witch?  The wicked witch!

    05 April 2007

    I ended up working today afterall


    • Apr 5, 2007

    I ended up working today afterall

    !

    04 April 2007

    No wonder I've been tired!


    • Apr 4, 2007

    No wonder I've been tired!

    And no wonder I haven't been shopping yet.
    I just looked back over my google calender.
    Today is the first day without at least one job scheduled for 10 days back.  Before that was one day off, and two more work days before that.
    13 days, one day off.  Well, actually - one cancelled last minute, it was really two days off, but not consecutively.
    It felt like a lot, but I didn't realize it was that much.
    If I wasn't self-employed, that would have been illegal.
    Today I'm not officially working, but I have to get rid of all this stuff.
    Need a kitchen table/chair set?  They are wicker, good condition, glass top, rolling chairs.  How about a 7ft tall solid wood entertainment center?
    On the plus side, most jobs are only a few hours - on the other hand, 5 of those days had 2 or more jobs in the same day.
    Now, if I only could get my pricing down, so that I'm never spend more on a job than I charge (twice last week!!!!!!) I would be doing pretty good.
    It will be nice going back to a 4/10 schedule (10 hour days, 3 days off per week) when/if I get my new job/career going.  Its like a mini vacation every week!

    03 April 2007

    Bike Station


    • Apr 3, 2007

    Bike Station

    As you probably know (if you have looked at my profile, or spoken to me for half an hour) I've had a lot of jobs. About 25 in fact, of about 15 different types, ranging rather widely.

    I can't remember one in which I have enjoyed the commute to work as much as the commute home.
    And not just because of the 15 mile bike ride at 2pm through sunny Berkeley and Oakland, around the lake, along the "bike boulevards" in near perfect weather.

    Today, I took a few extra moments before someone left with their bike to cut off the end of a used inner tube. I had noticed their headlight was too loose for the handlebar, and I made a shim out of the piece of tube, and now instead of pointing straight down, her headlight points forward. Which means its just a little less likely that she gets hit by a car sometime.



    The majority of our customers are commuting to work everyday by bicycle. Our service (my mother thought it funny that I refer to the shop as "our" after my 2nd week) helps them to do it. It means they don't have to take the bike on a crowded train, convince their employer to provide a secure place to store it, or worry about someone stealing their wheels or handlebars or lights or whatnot when its locked up.
    Quite a few of them don't have cars at all.
    I used to not have a car. I remember crossing a 4 lane divided highway to get to the laundry mat in the snow. In this culture, not having a car is a major sacrifice - it is pretty much THE major sacrifice. I see a big difference between someone who spends a little more to get a Prius, and someone who could afford a car, but instead relies on bicycle and public transportation.
    Yesterday there was a guy here with that extend-a-bike thing, with a sign on the back advertising hauling. He said his most common cargo is groceries. I have to admit a bike beats bio-diesel on environmental impact any day.

    I had not really ever thought about just how much I have picked up from my years of doodling about with my own bikes, and occasionally those of friends and family. I've been called by other mechanics at my shop for advice. Of course, most people wouldn't have taken apart a 3-speed internal gear / hub before. I got that old women's Raleigh from Joe's basement that one time, and rode that heavy old thing up Shane Dr to Berlex. When it stopped shifting right, I fixed it. I thought nothing of it at the time. I didn't realize that most people would either take it to the shop, junk it, or just live with one gear. I didn't think of the potential of making it worse, of loosing parts - not that I haven't done those things.
    The first wheel I tried to true (and probably the second) I took form a slight wobble to completely tacoed, totally folded over, and irreparable. My first "10-speed", I disassembled the gears to figure out how they worked. I couldn't figure out how to put them together again, and ended up just tying them off in my preferred gear.
    Fortunately, all my irrepairable mistakes have been on my own bikes.
    The 10 year subscription to Bicycling magazine certainly helped. And reading the Nashbar catalog every month. working alongside Larry or Joe and pretending to know what we were doing. And of course, more than anything, hating to ride the bus with my classmates in junior high and not being able to afford repairs. Eventually people started asking me for tune-ups, neighborhood kids, classmates, family; and this way I was exposed to different types, different makes, different years, different quality levels.

    So today, I've been at the shop a little over a month, and I haven't worked on something I wasn't familiar with.

    Yesterday right when I got to work (1 hour by bike) there was someone waiting for me. The manager had the morning shift, and he doesn't do repairs, so he told the customer to wait for me to get in.
    She mainly wanted a flat repaired, and "if there's time" the rear brake made functional.
    It didn't shift at all in front, shifted poorly in the rear (she thought her 10 speed was a 3 speed, because thats all the range she was getting), the rear brake was frozen, the front barely touched the rims, both tires were awful, the front literally disintegrating on the bike, and the left crank had nearly an inch of play at the pedal.
    It was scary that someone would be riding this (because of the brakes especially).
    I quoted her $37 - including the cost of the front tire; she declined having both replaced.

    I fixed every problem. I was worried about the crank because it was an obsolete design, but we had the same part on one of our junk salvage frames in the back corner. It was reasonably quick, nothing too complicated, no specialized tools or anything, but it was stuff the average lay person wouldn't know, even if they fix their own flats and lube their own chains.
    When she picked it up, she had a fully functional bike. Smooth pedaling. Quick stopping. Easy climbing.
    I try to notice when the brakes are loose on a bike I'm working on. Its pretty common. When I tighten them, that's maybe an accident avoided. I try to give each one the care I would my own (well, no, better than that. My own get neglected. I spent one of the slow days here finally doing long awaited maintenance on mine.)

    And that makes me happy. Knowing my customers are a little safer and have a better, easier time riding. I give a lot of advice, answer questions, and let people know when I don't know the answer. Sometimes people think that there's something wrong when really they are just, say, using the gears wrong. How do they know but that someone tells them? Sometimes I do minor adjustments for free, I don't even tell them, i just see something needs doing, and do it, and put the bike away. And they will come back and the handlebar is wrapped properly, the brakes work, the valve has a cover on it.


    The Bikestation is non-profit. I'm sure our salaries are far more than we take in in repairs, sales, and late fees ($3 a day after the first two days). We only exist by subsides by BART (our service is primarily to their passengers) and grants, donations, and memberships in the Berkeley and East Bay Bicycle Friendly Coalitions. We charge $6 for most small simple adjustments, brakes, shifters, dérailleurs, chain clean and lube. $10 for a flat includes the price of a new tube. Repairs not on the list I have discretion to make up a price.
    Its nice working for a non-profit, just in principal.
    Especially a non-profit doing something which has personal significance. I've been a cyclist since I was about 10. That's when I first became obsessed with the independance it granted. At first i wasn't supposed to cross the street, limiting me to around the block.
    But I did cross the street.
    That was on Grasshopper.
    And soon I was figuring out on the map that I had rode SEVEN MILES!!!
    And then the next year I was riding to Adams every day. I was the only one at the entire school. Mine was the only at the rack. I got 6 feet of chain from Ace hardware so I could lock both wheels.
    On my first Univega, first bike I learned to use the gears on. A road bike, sized for kids, but well made.
    When Larry saw I was still riding that thing in High School he got a friend to give up one of his many unused bikes. It was a Univega too, a touring model, with a super low granny gear, fenders (which I promptly removed), bigger, but way lighter, because it was made of chrom-oly steel instead of high-tensile.
    I rode that to school the next 4 years. I rode it to school even after I got my license and my camper van (the happy van, or the mystery machine, depending who you asked).
    Then, after Joe's unexpected insane offer, I rode that bike to Mexico City, partly with Joe and Kim, partly on my own (or with people I met on the way for a few days).
    Then I flew home, and I became a bicycle messenger, and I used the same bike.
    Alex pointed out the ad for the $400 Carbon fiber racing bike - it weighs 20 lbs, I still have it, but the Univega always got more road time.
    When I lived close enough to bike to work, I rode the Univega.
    When I went to the carnival, and then to NYC, it came with me. I used it as a messenger in New York.
    And I rode it to work today.

    When i was younger, i felt superior in a way to the driver around me. I was healthier, in better shape, less lazy, and not polluting the air or using gasoline. Today i have a motorcycle, and while 60mpg is relatively good, its still burning fuel, so I can't quite claim to be so righteous anymore.
    But we do all know that our driving, (our meaning the US, and soon also China) is the primary use of oil and the primary source of air pollution. It seems increasingly likely that those will be the most destructive of human activity.

    And this one little thing, the bike station, facilitates about 50-75 people a day not driving. My work makes their sacrifice a little easier.
    And that makes having to go in to work a little easier.

    Not to mention that I have had the time to write this entire thing while actually at work. That I am even allowed to access MySpace. It is completely laid-back, more than any place i have worked. If I have no repairs to work on, am not actively parking a bike, my time is my own.
    I am given autonomy, as well as trust. When I can't find vinyl tape, i take some money from the cash box, lock up, and go buy some. When I go to the farmers market I am entirely on my own. I open, I count out change, I work the day, I balance the cash log, and lock up again. There is nothing at all stopping me from pocketing 1/2 the transactions, we don't track inventory, we only issue receipts if the customer specifically asks; but I don't - and I have never been doubted.
    In fact, I often divide my tips, half for me, half for the donation bin.

    In a way I feel bad about going forward toward a real career.
    I am good at what I do here. Its a great service we provide.
    It doesn't pay enough to be a long term thing. Especially not at 14 hours a week. I want to be a park ranger. I just wish I had found out about this, applied here a long time ago.
    Maybe they will get lucky and I'll get turned down by both CA Fish and Game and Oakland PD Ranger division. Then when I apply to EBRPD and where ever else, or go back to school, they will have me another 6 months or year or so.
    Yeah. I hope that doesn't happen
    Still
    I am very glad, at least, that I had the opportunity to work here.

    Its 9pm now, time to lock up.

    02 April 2007

    My blog views have finally surpassed my profile views!


    • Apr 2, 2007

    My blog views have finally surpassed my profile views!

    It must have been that I started writing these meaningless silly ones, sort of like this one, instead of the constant barrage of opinionated, angry, political/philosophical crap I started out with, that whole "Chapter #; in which..."

    800.  Wow.  Really wish I could see who all these people are. 
    I barely know 8 people, are they reading them over and over, or have I somehow caught the attention of total strangers? 800 views of 50 posts, that's an average of 16 each!  Now I need only adding in subliminal messages, and before long I could - dare I say it?- RULE THE WORLD!
    Mwah HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!


    -edit-
    2 more!  already?  how is this possible?  Does the mere act of posting count as a "view" by myself?  And even then, who's the other one?  Just now?  in the time it took me to post the above blog?  WTH?  who are you?  why don't you ever comment?  yabadahlieoto?!?! what is the smiley icon for confused? hows that?