>Middle class white boy discusses music from da streetz

>First blog in a little while and I’m going to keep on with the Five choices format. Today’s choice reveals me as a massive cliché but so be it.

Hip Hop

I’m well aware that arguments continue to rage over whether a distinction exists between rap music and hip hop music. For the purposes of this blog there isn’t – as you will notice from my choice I am far from a purist in this area and will happily embrace the mainstream when the results are good. I won’t divert to a tangent but quite honestly I haven’t heard a genuinely exciting mainstream hiphop album for as long as I can remember. Not even the return of Jay-Z has challenged my view that the genre is in a rut as despite good moments even the ‘greatest of all time’ has failed to recapture the brilliance of times gone by. In light of this my choices may appear a little dated and undoubtedly reflect a time when hip hop was far more prominent in my musical consciousness than it has been in recent years.

Fu Gee La by The Fugees
This is where it all began for me. A football mad, Oasis obsessed early teen sat down to watch a basketball show and was blown away when NBA 24/7 spent five minutes focusing on a trio of rappers who were making waves in the states. The track they focussed on was Fu Gee La and I was immediately hooked. I remember chatting excitedly at school to my good friend Joe who had long since embraced the hip hop/basketball culture and was good enough to humour me as I rambled on about my ‘discovery.’ Everything about this song is exciting – the subdued intro crashed into by Wyclef demanding attention, the simple yet hypnotic hook, the complimentary yet dramatically different lyrical delivery and of course THAT chorus which once in the brain never lets go. The crucial element of any rap song is the lyrics and it was the subject matter that most excited this thirteen year old British white boy from a northern backwater. It is safe to say that Brit pop tales of Mancunia or Essex surburbia never included lyrics like ‘Stevie Wonder sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families.’ The confirmation that this discovery was going to have a huge impact on musical palette was my Dad’s furious reaction when I put The Score on in his car. I am proud to have inherited my Dad’s musical taste and was fortunate to have a musical upbringing of Stevie Wonder, Jimmy Hendrix and Led Zeppelin. Despite this though every teenager is keen to find their own identity and distinguish themselves from their parents – Lauren, Pras and Wyclef had shown me the way.

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