Sunday, August 11, 2013

We all know that life can get hectic,
But if you live in the second
You exist in the present,
And that's how you stay connected.
Go through good times and hardships,
And if you learn to accept it,
And know that every struggle in life
Is there to teach you a lesson.
It's times like these that make you.
It's always the darkest part of night,
Right before the sun has its break-through.”

-Inhale Deep, by Macklemore

Today I decided to start my blog. Well actually I decided to start it a while ago. But as you know, or will come to know, I hate doing anything that involves any form of commitment. So even as I write this I have no idea how often I will post, or for how long this will continue. I also know that the fact that I'm entertained by what I'm writing- at least most of the time- doesn't mean that you (plural form hopefully) will be.

Now that we've moved through the usual self-deprecation that comes with this sorta thang, let's get to it. In the past few months I've been, thanks mainly to a good friend, who doesn't like attention quite as much as I do, going through a bit of a musical rebirth. In fact I've recently released three Grammy-nominated albums. But for real, I started listening to musicians ranging from Pink Floyd to Jay-Z to Led Zeppelin to Idan Raichel to Wolfmother to Biggie to Nas and Damien Marley. Basically getting the musical education that I denied myself when I was younger. At the ripe old age of 22, I've realised that Pink Floyd are the closest I could come to capturing the perfect dream that I don't fully remember in the morning, The Beatles go 50/50, Simon and Garfunkel, Mom's favourite, rock my socks, but Eminem and the Red Hot Chili Peppers remain the greatest musicians of the past few decades. But what do I know, I'm just a writer. (Do I get to call myself that now?)

The point is, during this here renaissance, I realised that I freaking love rap. So much so that I started writing my own. I'm still working out the kinks, trying to get a bit more content into them and trying to become a bit more confident in them, but I've really come to appreciate the difference between a poet who raps and, I don't know, Fiddy. Now don't get me wrong, I love a bit of Swagga® in my day. I have Fifty and Kanye on my wake-up playlist, but what I consider to be truly magnificent is when a rapper is able to talk about something that is real to everybody, when they channel what I can only perceive as something deeply spiritual within them to produce lyrics so wrought with meaning I have to stop what I'm doing and think back on my life. I'm no expert in Hip-Hop at all, but I have noticed that there seems to be a movement towards artists rapping like this, with Lupe Fiasco, Macklemore, Kendrick Lamar and others, in the same vein as Tupac and, of course, Eminem. While Hip-Hop has always been a cultural expression, it seems to me that it is, paradoxically, opening up a lot more while at the same time going back to its roots of addressing real issues in the artist's life. I feel as if it is no longer a big deal to be a white rapper, and a rapper's worth is being measured not by his swagger, but by his message. Now I also know that rappers that I haven't really experienced fully and that have been around for a while, Nas and Common for example, follow this pattern, but I don't think that this takes away from the point yet to be made.

On a side note, Macklemore is, song by song, cementing himself into the realm of my opinion as an absolute genius. A poet who guides the listener, or at least this listener, into the depths of soulful realisation. His colourful use of metaphor, his creative rhyme and his ability to express tangible emotion in his rap has left me almost speechless. I felt the need to mention this as I'm listening to him while I write and I'm not ashamed to say that feel happily inadequate. Except that I have cooler fans than he does. That's you. Blushing yet?

If all of this is true, as I believe it to be, is it representative of something even greater? It seems to me that popular culture has been moving back towards something more spiritually inspired. A few weeks ago I learned about Modernism and Post-Modernism, and as I understand it, people are employing a Post-Modern approach to self-rediscovery. Using any form of expression to find something more meaningful in their boundary-free life. Classical Religion is off-limits, somewhat understandably, but people are tired of their own form of Hedonism, and desperately seeking an anchor, some way to ground themselves. Ironically, and this is what I mentioned about Post-Modernism, this grounding can only come through something that is novel enough to give some form of high. I try not to curse in my writing, so the best phrase I can come up with for this experience is a massive “Mind-Blow” (that is, the experience of your mind being blown, courtesy of Aaron Shishler). I'm not assuming that it is a good or a bad thing, that is subjective. What I do know though is that I am a member of this movement, if not a full-fledged one. I appreciate a mind-blow as much as anybody else. No, way more than anybody else I know. But at the same time, and I stand forever grateful for this, I was brought up to embrace balance and to do all that I can to remain constantly grounded. Now I don't; in fact I lose my footing fairly regularly, but I still recognise the benefit of being grounded and I think that I do almost try my best. Now, you may ask, in a victoriously argumentative way,”He literally just claimed not to judge, but just said that he sees one side as way better than the other?”

You're right. The end.

I'm joking.

Without getting into the whole tension between objective and subjective morality, I really do believe that while there are things I believe to be right, to be good, there are also whole lot of things that might be right for me, at the stage that I am right now, that may be horribly wrong for somebody else. I don't believe that there is an exact formula for living a true life. Even from a Torah perspective, or should I say especially from a Torah perspective, one might say that six hundred and thirteen is equal to one, but first of all, there are so many different opinions as to how those commandments are fulfilled, and they're not even all able to be fulfilled. Secondly, but just as importantly, those six hundred and thirteen, even if they were all available, are only ever available to a select group of people. So while certain principles, to me, obviously apply, it would be very difficult to get it down to an exact science. Then again, if it was an exact science there would be no point in it. It's not about the destination, is it? It's about each step we take along the way. And indeed, the journey is a beautiful one.

Wow, that would be a pretty solid conclusion to a whole different post. But this post is about music and it's significant meaning along the aforementioned journey. So, I think my point being farly made, it's only fitting to end off with a quote from one of my favourite songs of all time, by Tupac Shakur:

Even now I get discouraged,
Wonder if they take it all back will I still keep the courage?

I refuse to be a role model,
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from everyone,
And when it's said and done,
I bet this brother be a better one.

If I upset you don't stress, never forget
That God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel His hand on my brain when I write rhymes,
I go blind and let the Lord do His thing.”


-Ghetto Gospel by 2Pac (feat. Elton John)

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