We all have songs that speak to us and move us. Sometimes, songs represent us and express our current situation in life. Recently, as I wake up from a usually restless slumber, I have one song triumphantly trumpeting through my 7.1 sound system in full concert mode to reaffirm my purpose. This song is Jungle’s Busy Earnin’.
In actuality, this song with its simple lyrics and extravagant and exciting instrumentation accurately represents my life from the moment I chose to be a self-determined human being. Many people call this hero them music or a champion’s song. I plainly call it- Soul music. Songs that speak to your soul creates a very personal relationship between you and the musicians. So, I must say thank you to Jungle for making my song.
I have attached the video for your viewing and listening pleasure. I also pasted Busy Earnin’s lyrics below the video. What song moves you or represents you? I want to know leave your song in the comments.
As I stare into the speakers projecting some of the most prolific wordplay from The Almighty, I wonder who values a deep conversation about the wordsmiths hammering the words together over a bass-laden anvil. My conclusion is as follows…
I will no longer entertain the casual Rap music listeners opinionated debates/disputes with me on “what constitutes great rap music or great rappers or dope producers.” If you have not put in a minimum of 10,000 hours of active, critically analytical listening of a variety of rappers (nationally distributed and independent) and have not studied the history of lyrical and Hip-Hop production development and revolution/evolution since Rap’s creation, then you are only speaking from a casual and limited knowledge base on the Art. I do have a very opinionated and invested understanding of Rap. I will try my best to address the casual listener’s arguments and opinions.
However, casual listener’s opinions are valuable from an appeal and emotional standpoint. Nonetheless, that opinion is not critical enough to fully understand the argument that I or my cohort would present about the topics on Rap. We look for challenge to our opinions to be solidly based and backed by “opinionated” facts. The casual listener’s perspective on rap lyrics and art of rapping usually plateaus on words on top of a rhythmic beat to make a song about any number of topics. However, the scholar or practitioner of Rap music sees lyrics as mathematical equation or science in developing musical composition to manipulate the psychology and mental constructs of the listener. I reiterate, I rather debate my opinions with (a) trained and expert rappers and producers (people that have proactively studied and practiced the art for 10,000 hours or more) and (b) people that have studied and invested in Rap like they were writing a dissertation on the Art and Science behind it.
I now view the casual Rap music lover’s opinion similar to a person that loves watching Grey’s Anatomy, The Mob Doctor, Childrens Hospital or any documentary style medical show on TLC/Discovery Channels’ opinion (majority of the population) while the expert Rap music lover is similar to a PhD/MD that continually studies, evolves, and contributes to the Art and Science of Medicine and Biology.
Both, casual listeners and experts, can have respected opinions, be lovers and haters of it, even share in loving and hating some aspects. But, their overall opinions on Rap will usually be from different perspectives and knowledge bases.
“Being completely empowered by something, yet powerless to it is Love.”
— Charles Babb
I amusingly stare at the day walkers scrambling to find the happiness that whispered to their subconscious during slumbering moments. It is indeed a privilege to “overstand” how life works perched upon a soapbox constructed by quenched passions and hard work. Personally, I have consistently planned, worked, and fulfilled all my passions. I have no understanding of how it feels to not birth the fruit from a passion project. I have no idea what it feels like to only see passions in dreams. I’m not a dream chaser or dream catcher. They are merely fleeting memories of forgotten thoughts muted by the sounds of the daily grind. I made a pact with myself to never forget my passions; pour my soul into the soil that cultivates and nurtures them. I coddle and cradle them like a parent holding onto the soft breaths of her child. I break all the walls of doubt springing up between me and my passions. I’ve learned, even before my Man of Morehouse days, if you become great at your passions aka your loves, then you may discover a way to financially sustain yourself with them. You will become powerless to your passions. They will consume you, own you, and sell you. You will become a slave to them. In your enslavement, you relinquish all power. This is love. Your passions will make you a mortal before they can immortalize you.
You become utterly powerless to the things that empower you. You lose definition to the things that define you. You are birthed to the things that are causing you to die- your passions.
GAS [Goal Achievement Syndrome] is best defined as the infinite cycle of constantly creating better goals when it becomes inevitable that previously set goals will be achieved.
—- Charles Babb
I am fortunate to feel Nature’s spirit enchant a masterpiece carved by the Ancients- The Tiger Nest. The Tiger Nest is a sacred place that can only be reached by strong-willed and humble people seeking inner-peace. This monumental structure hidden in the clouds of the Himalayan mountainside, 3,120 metres (10,240 ft), above sea level about 900 metres (3,000 ft) above the Paro valley, is a metaphor for my high aspirations. I feel reaching my aspirations in life will lead to inner-peace. Then, I came to the realization that my inner-peace comes in chasing and conquering them. I do not really care for the moment of achieving aspirations because I will set new ones once achievement becomes inevitable. I’m in constant perpetuation of goal achieving.
“When you play a game of thrones you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
— George R.R. Martin
Waking to Apollo rising from the depths of Poseidon’s bed ignited my thoughts about the rise and fall of the throne chasers. As most people gawk in awe of the throne, some of us secretly plot an usurp on the king and kingdom. With great calculation, we evaluate the game, fellow players, the pieces, the plans, and the throne’s protectorate.
For those near and dear to me, they know I am fascinated with the Human condition. As a born and bred anthropologist, I have always analyzed humans not only on macro scale, also on a micro scale. I love researching, experimenting, analyzing, and critiquing the human condition. My anthropological interest combined with my art and design loves birth a great imaginative understanding of myself coexisting in the universe. As a purveyor of interactive entertainment, I’ve fallen into the habit of studying other artists’ declarations and pontifications exclaimed through their works- music, television, film, and video games. I intensely examine entertainment for the minutia that can be applied to life in a major way. When watching LCD or the silver screen, I habitually search for the characters’ souls trapped within the fiction. If the writers are great craftspeople, then it is easy to grasp the characters’ complexity and essence during the most trivial activities and dialogue. Within moments, these fictitious modern artifacts postulate a reason for appreciation. Continue reading CHARLES versus ARI BASS→
I’ve always been of sound mind, and understand the values of self-determination and identity. I know whatever pet names, nicknames, or surnames that you use to refer to yourself in public dictates how everyone else addresses you in public. It kills me to hear Black folks swear up and down with “nigger” littered throughout their sentences, even when it isn’t necessary. These same individuals get upset when someone outside of their ethnic group address them as “Nigger.” Nigger has never been a term of endearment for me. It will never be a term of endearment for me. With these “I use nigger ’cause I’m cool” Blacks, it upsets me that they live in a fantasy fabricated world that grants them the power to stop people from calling them nigger when they repeatedly use the word. If you can call yourself that, then everyone else will. Brother Ali nails down my thoughts of the word.