Here's a possible way to relate to relate to rap
(even though I don't like much of it, especially the ones
with the violence).
I remember back in the 70's when Richard Pryor started
doing those "crazy" comedy routines (concert). Remember? the ones
were every other word wasn't in the dictionary? I bumped
into his comedy accidently. I was on the road somewhere's in the US,
and a friend of mine and I went to see a movie, so we jumped
into the one with Richard Pryor. Man, was I surprised to
to see that kind of humor in full living color!!! I was stunned
but after a few moments I was laughing harder than I ever
had. After I left the movie (actually a taped concert), I
remember feeling like, WOW!, the world is actually changing into
something fun!! (My parents held the key to the jail cell, so
I didn't get out much in high school and before...all this
happened after leaving home, which started the very same day I graduated from high school)
Anyway, shortly after, Richard Pryor started becoming *very*
popular. Everybody (of a younger age) started buying his albums.
My old college girlfriend bought the album, and was listening
to it at home one time. She told me about the "incident" where her
father passed by her room in the hallway, and heard the album.
It was quite hilarious to remember his response<ggg>...the sweet
innocent daughter had an alter-ego...
What really caused me once to die laughing was when her parents
went to a party. At the time Richard Pryor was in his "peak"
popularity. Well, lo and behold, somebody whipped out a
tape of Pryor to listen to for a while. Needless to say, this
did not go over well with "the parents".
Profane music, profane comedy... all the same to me. What's
next? We shall go into the National Gallery of Art and see
3D holigrams of all sorts of artistic profanity. Well, I
hope not, but won't be surprised.
Thanks for the old memories on this thread:-)
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