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C.R.E.A.M and Consumer Vs. Creativity
Article by:
Matt Clark
Some say Hip-Hop is at an all time low. Others argue that it’s at the top of its game. As far as the mainstream goes Hip-Hop is involved in areas where at one time there weren’t areas. This is great for the culture and is providing many jobs in many different fields for people who may not have the artistic ability to compete in the actual making of the music, but have this ever dominating culture in there minds and in there hearts. Now that urban fashion (G-Unit, LRG, Ecko, Rocawear, Sean John, etc) is big business, as well as urban films, ring tones, cell phone adds, what about the actual music? What is common knowledge to anyone who knows the first thing about the rap game is that these side businesses are producing more of a profit for the artists than the actual music. Are they forgetting what got them these other ventures in the first place?
And what about the audience? Today’s youth doesn’t know the first thing about where this culture came from as well as why it was created in the first place. The majority of the rap audience doesn’t know Kool Herc, or Grandmaster Flash, or Affrika Bambatta. This is a shame, because if they knew the history they would have a greater demand for real authentic rap. There was passion; there was just pure love of the craft. It wasn’t about making millions, but actually enjoying the process of finishing a beat, or finding that hidden gem deep in the crates that would give your grandma goose bumps. It was about being clever and boasting how nice you were on the mic and not how tough you were. It was about getting off the corner and heading to the park to feed off the energy of something so pure and genuine.
Whenever there’s a problem with anything in life there’s never one area to pinpoint. So combining the lack of knowledge the majority of the Hip-Hop audience has, as well as the money hungry, C.R.E.AM driven rap stars is what’s bringing the urban creativity to a standstill. The artists are producing what sells. What we buy. And what sells right now is garbage.
You’re always going to have a few sellouts sacrificing themselves for a couple bucks. That’s expected. But when it’s the majority of what we’re hearing in our stereos, that is when you got to stop and ask yourself, what has happened to millions of people, that they want to here Lil Jon yell about nothing for 90 minutes instead of Rakim making magic out of the alphabet. I’m sorry but I’m disgusted over the lack of demand for quality music. I blame the artist, I blame the consumer, and I blame the greediness of society. I blame the lack of thought and the short attention span of the listeners. No one wants to think anymore. No one wants to sit in the car and dissect the message that Public Enemy was trying to get across, or what Immortal Technique is trying to teach. They want to go to the club and get “Crunk” and continue on being as ignorant as the music they buy. I love going back to hear old rap and hearing what they were saying in there rhymes. I love going to the library and studying Hip-Hop literature and the history of what I love. The problem is that I can only keep “Paid N’ Full” on repeat for so long. Eventually I want to here something new, and when nothing new of any substance is being put out there is a problem.
Lets take a stand and not feed into the trash that’s out now. Lets collectively get together and show them that we want something more than a club anthem. They’re giving to us what we buy. Lets push these cats back to the lab to reevaluate what they’re doing.
Rakim- The Eighteenth letter- Mystery (who is God)
In eternal blackness, in the midst of the darkest night
Proteins and minerals, exist within specks of light
Solids liquids and gases, and sparks of light within
infinite lengths and widths and depths and heights
No beginning or ending, the seven dimensions
than a million words and inventions
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz- PUT YO HOOD UP- BIA BIA
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Which do you prefer?
Matthew P. Clark
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