-Bill Hicks
Sufficed to say: this is the present state of most music right now. Banality is copious and so many people find it worth coping with. But where is the love of life is bullshit is accepted? The more I find out about the opinions of people who keep up with modern rap and enjoy a lot of it, the more I see they’ve basically given up on it being any better. The 2pacs, the Wu-Tangs, the Deep Puddle Dynamics, they’re nowhere to be found. What you have instead are individuals keeping rhythm with hip hop as an art form and structure wherein rules are to be followed to produce honorable art. Rappers rhyme, make up some silly metaphors, display some nonchalance and arrogance, and call that shit a day. People soak it up because thats what hip hop is externally. But the passion is lost. ANd it is even lost in the fans. People are, as far as I can see, just fucking apologizing for wack shit. They’ll say not every rapper has to be the greatest. Well who the fuck is even great anymore??? jesus christ. I do feel jaded, but I’m jaded by an incredibly redundant society recycling garbage; by a elementally secluded artform whose inhabitants refuse to help the genre grow; by a society producing whatever profits most. Yet I am the fool for not finding enduring sources of joy here. No fucking way that makes sense.
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