The Art of Rap

I re-watched the Art of Rap last week and was reminded again (not that I forgot) how beautiful of an art form rap is. It’s some of the most genuine music out there, a direct window into the artists’ lives (at least, old rap was, now-a-days it mostly comes from marketing machines.) David Foster Wallace sums it up so well in his book Signifying Rappers:

“On the importance of gangsta rap: “Public Enemy and N.W.A, Ice-T and Schoolly D discomfit us, our friends, the critics we read and cornered, because the Hard rappers’ lyrics are conscientious about being of/for the real lives and attitudes of recognizable (if alien) persons. Here’s where it’s a level up from mere spectacle: ideology in Hard rap’s always informed by incident or named condition, and thus anger by cause, threat by some kind of recognizable (to the Scene) provocation. And this makes rap not only better than Punk, but way scarier. Serious Hard raps afford white listeners genuine, horse’s-mouth access to the life-and-death plight and mood of an American community on the genuine edge im-/explosion, an ugly new subnation we’ve been heretofore conditioned to avoid, remanded to the margins, not even seen except through certain carefully abstract, attenuating filters.”

Watch the short video for a glance into the work and talent folks put into their craft:

ht/ Nick Fisher and ☯ Brad Simpson ☯ for sharing the above video ❤