White Trash and the Soccer Mom's who love them

Today on the Jerry Springer Show:

White Trash and the Soccer Mom's who love them


I hate rap
I have always hated rap
To me, there is no redeeming value to it
There is no real creativity involved in a music that is based on taking samples of other music and then putting a new spin on it. To me, that is just shy of plagiarism, or else just plain lazy.
The only thing worse than rap, is seeing white people try and do it, and do it poorly.

Rap promotes a lifestyle that I cannot understand. I just don’t get the whole gangsta thing. I just don’t get trying to sound stupid on purpose. I just don’t get why it is cool to look like you just got run over by a Salvation Army truck. I never understood why people want to wear grandma’s fake jewelry.

Maybe I am showing my age. Maybe this post is telling the world that I am really just a middle aged white guy, that is out of touch with the music scene these days. Really, I am ok with that. I am sure that my parents just didn’t get the whole Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Eagles and Lynrd Skynrd thing that I went through- and am still going through. The thing is, though, I am willing to live and let live. They can have their stupid assed looking cars, their idiotic clothing styles, and their gutter mouthed ghetto smut hoes that think that it would be a great career to be a pole dancer somewhere. Just leave me to mine and you can have yours.

But things are getting out of hand. I was out in the truck last night, coming home from quartet rehearsal. Flipping through the radio channels, I heard two songs, totally unrelated, but both being affected by either Rap or Bob and Tom, or Janet Jackson’s nipple, or all three. One was “The Devil went down to Georgia” and the other was “Who are You?” Those of you, who don’t know either of these songs, stay with me. I will get you there.

Devil went down to Georgia was a cross over song for the Charlie Daniels Band. It is not one of my all time favorites, but I will grant you, it has some pretty decent fiddle playing in it, which is kind of unique for a Top 40 hit. There is one word in DWDTG that would be considered a swear word. The lyric goes, “I done told you once you son of a Bitch, I am the best that has ever been.” That’s it. One word,

Then there is “Who are You?” This song is just one of many tracks by The Who that defined a sound for an era is music. It, to me, represents the whole rebellion of the late 60s early seventies Viet Nam era, where a young person was asking, who are you, to tell me what to do. The lyric goes, “Aw who the fuck are you?” One word. It goes by so fast, that you would miss it unless you are listening closely.

In my opinion, both words are appropriate. Both fit the song as they were intended, and both are part of the art that was intended to be created. Except now, both have been deleted or edited. Now it’s “Son of a gun.” Now, the whole line has been edited out of the song. That’s like putting a robe on Michelangelo’s David.

I have to ask why? Actually, I know the answer. The answer is because no one these days has the balls to make a judgment on appropriateness and stick to it. That or else no one can afford to, with the era of litigation that we are now on. But honestly, there is a difference between Who are You, with its one very effectively placed cuss word, and the trash that I hear blaring out of the gangsta mobiles that pull up next to me at a stoplight. When I have my kids in the car, I have to roll up the windows because every other word is nigga or whore or cunt or something like that. I am not a prude, but there are limits to everything.

I suppose I better get used to being called a racist, but to me there is a clear difference between the two and one is appropriate and one aint.

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