Girl on Fire

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Posted by cassiajones on June 8, 2009 at 10:21 AM

For as long as I have been a writer, which is roughly my entire life, I have loved hip-hop.  Not mainstream "life ain't nothin' but bitches and money" hip-hop, but authentic hip-hop.  The kind that is honest, tells a story, weaves a spell, makes your head nod without you even realizing it.  I remember when hip-hop was a form of therapy, of cultural observation, of minority empowerment.  I remember when it wasn't infested with faceless, nameless girls in patches of fabric that are supposed to constitute a wardrobe thrusting their bodies around so that they can help make millions of dollars they will never see.

 

 

I remember when hip-hop was poetry laced with a catchy beat.  I remember when it was something you were proud to introduce to the next generation.  Now all I see for the most part is just a machine created by old white men who keep regurgitating the same formulas over and over.

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2 Comments

Reply Dan
1:04 PM on June 9, 2009 
Well what's your idea of authentic hip-hop?
Reply Cassia Jones
1:09 PM on June 9, 2009 
Dan says...
Well what's your idea of authentic hip-hop?


I thought I just explained what I thought it was. Authentic hip-hop is usually not mainstream. If it is, it's mainstream because it had that big of an impact. But with the music industry in general, the talent floats down to the bottom and the filler rises to the top. It should be the other way around, but the powers that be don't want anything with too much of an impact to be mainstream. Heaven forbid the youth of our nation actually start thinking for themselves (and they are the biggest demographic).