≡ CONTEMPLATE: Ignant Ish We Like

So way back when on my now defunct personal blog I touched upon this subject once before and not so coincidentally, it also included the same suspects.

I consider myself a pretty conscious, righteous person. I mean like any person I have my conundrums and contradictions but when it comes to music I liken it to food. What you put in will surely have an affect on what comes out. If you want to think clearly, evolve as a person then watch what your mind consumes and sorry kids most of the shit in the mainstream music business is utter nonsense.

BUT

I have to admit, I freaking love The Dream. There I said it and I feel like a load has been lifted off of my chest. Everything this man has produced and put out and in the last year, I have been all over it. I Love Your Girl, yep. Falsetto, yep. Rockin That Shit, yep.

Ex: She rode the D, like a pony
Cameras up, cameras flash.
I’m tispy, tryna relax.
I wanna change your name to Mrs. Nash.
Cause there’s nothing left to say.


If her body is rocking, she can shake it like a salt shaker and suck a dick like a Hoover then suddenly she is worthy of the love of a man. Now, not that all these things aren’t useful assets in CONTEXT, the problem is the songs of this type continually perpetuate sexism, machismo and misogyny.

And intellectual women much like myself will rock that thang to it?

How do you reconcile that without becoming a complete hypocrite?

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2 Responses to “CONTEMPLATE: Ignant Ish We Like”

  1. Stokely Says:
    January 28th, 2009 at 5:02 pm

    For the most part, I keep that shit Out. of my ears. But alas hartford is in my blood, and Laffy Taffy had me shakin it just like the rest. My line is my children. I feel music like that has no place around them. I don’t talk about sex, or have sex in front of them, so I do not listen to music that is sexually explicit in front of them either. Nor do I listen to music that is violent, or full of women talkin about how we are not ready for their jelly in front of them. Like you said, we are what we eat. We eat our media, they have plenty of time to digest grown up topics. I keep it G rated for them. strictly.
    I mean. I am grown. and I think for me, it has its place. I can just feel it, but not be trying to embody any part of it anymore. I don’t think that is the case for most, and definitely! not these kids. I was amazed, while working in one of our local community centers. While setting up for the afternoon’s program the girls got a hold of my cd book. threw in an unedited mr. lif cd, and to my surprise didn’t snide it immediately. I was happy for no longer than two minutes, when my boss flew in the room, and was like ” can i talk to you!” um, yea.” turn that down,girls” i muttered as i walked out the room. “Those girls, can Not! listen to that!” she said. “Alright, why” I mutter a little confused. “I heard swearing”. “Yea, sorry bout that”, I say.
    I go in the room, tell them they have to take the cd out. They turn on the radio. ” Im in love with a stripper……. plays all the way through. boss in the room. no problem.

  2. Shawn Says:
    March 24th, 2009 at 9:44 pm

    Funny I was thinking about this today as I went from Raheem Davaughn to The Dream. I called The Dream’s music my jump off/club music while Raheem is my soul love music.

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