First of all: erratic fluctuations in audibility and pitch aren't necessarily displays of emotion. And that is precisely what most rappers do. And it is false, false, false, and false and farce. How much of the emotions are real when the average rapper is talking about how much they love themselves? Why would the realness of emotions within the context of primarily self-referential rappers even be suspected to exist? And more importantly, why the fuck would those emotions have any pertinence for you, the listener, not living the life of the narcissistic rapper?
Rap fans are the most obvious spectators in the history of music. Prior to them, I'm sure people would imagine they were rich and successful, but that wasn't the dominant subject matter in any music genre. People would be more likely to imagine they had the flawless love pop stars of old and new have sung about. Now hip hop fans get their shits and giggles listening to motherfuckers speak of being able to replace anything they own with ease, because they're so fucking rich and detached from everything (because it all has either a monetary or otherwise artificial value), and the money to buy anything they want.
And what this all should reveal sooner than that I am another heretic of some sort, is that somewhere deeper down inside, beneath the desire to dance to the undulations of bass, beneath the love for, albeit falsely, relating to joys of joyous rapper, we are sad and horrified by the immensity of woe in our lives. So it becomes an escape to listen to popular idiots. Yet, if questioned, one would say that the point of life is to enjoy it. Music is a fairly common conduit for entertainment and enjoyment, thus people will identify with people they aren't. This contradicts starkly what is the common goal of most lives; if the only most abundant source of enjoyment you get in life stems from listening and experiencing art made by people you wish you were, then you are not really enjoying your life. You're enjoying their life.
I am certain that in some subconscious form this has manifested in the minds of all corporations who have raped hip hop for what its worth. We've been the recipients of marketable dreams for decades now, and hip hop came out of the ghetto in a sort of new age tale-of-the-underdog folk way. And eventually the predominant star in the genre was the one who could sell the most. Who would sell more than someone that doesn't appear to have came up rich as fuck and happy all the time? (Ha, another hint of how sad we are: we're still coming up, trying to get out of that perpetual slump). It is worth noting that this was the trend occurring in the 90's and has progressed into a phase where people don't even love the underdog as much as they love the clearly successful guy/gal. THe self-obsessed queer at soul who doesn't fucking care about much other than the monuments they can build to attest for their affluence. Sure, the idea that maybe they weren't always rich is there, but its unconsciously motivating fans to love the music. It is presumed, now, that no one's had it easy growing up and trying to become successful, so joy and relativity is a reflex when listening to their music.
But whatever. I'm a pessimist and can't comprehend a good time, or some shit.
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