“I don’t do too much blogging
I just run the town, I don’t do too much jogging”
I had some inspiration to blog it up. I had a very impactful ‘bringing of heads together’ today, and while the details probably would verge on TMI (too much information), it suffices that I say that the juices have started flowing in the brain space. This is not in light of some confidence boost or any achievement on my part but rather having to take a hard look at some things about myself. I’ve always said that the people who can disagree with me and express non-aggressively the nature of their contrariness to me, we can build a true friendship. Well, my bluff was called, there is a little insidious part of myself that needs to be checked, and today I am much more aware of it and this realization has me with the writing itch.
This blog is for the wordsmiths. Poetry, yeah it still exists, but we used to appreciate our poets. Maybe we still do, rap artists are the poets we give the notoriety nowadays. I don’t believe this to be a misled notion, while no doubt there are probably plenty of good poets out there writing profound stuff, there just isn’t a medium for the material to become very well known or have impact. Or rather, we as consumers don’t flock to the forums poets are using. Maybe we just aren’t as literarily sophisticated. But I’m here to say, the dying art of a poems impact is overstated, in our modern time it lives on lyrically.
I used to swear off hip-hop and rap. Remember the joke, what do u get with country and rap…CRAP! Well, it’s not true. Then came forth the rap witch doctors of the underground and my mind opened, my rigidness was made more flexible. This group was called Swollen Members, the album was their pinnacle achievement “Bad Dreams” . The clever wit in wordplay began to pop out to me, and the moody beats conjured up the novel emotions you look for when finding new music.
“We always stand guard over the late shift
The cause and effect of the light and the mist
In the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks,
I spit like my life depends on what I make”
There is a lot of false bravado in hip hop, but there is this urgency and a raw honesty, like you get down to your survival instincts, your confidence intertwined with your insecurity and you throw it down on a piece of paper. Testosterone flies but dudes also get REAL with the audience. Need go no further then Eminems rehab anthem ‘Recovery’, which for anyone struggling or having conquered addiction, this should be a standard of inspiration and triumph.
this excerpt isn’t from ‘Recovery’, but just an example of Em’s individual genius
“I told the world, one day I would pay it back.
Say it on tape and lay it, record it, so that one day I could play it back.
But I don’t even know if I believe it when I’m saying that.
Doubt startin’ to creep in, everyday it’s just so grey and black.
Hope, I just need a ray of that
‘Cause no one sees my vision
When I play it for ’em, they just say it’s whack.
But they don’t know what dope is.
And I don’t know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this.”
eminem from “I need a Doctor”
Anyone who goes through that process of creating art, you know that feeling of the disconnect between you and the receiver of the message. But it’s important we shut that inner critic up and try, because great things have come out from those who did.