Wednesday, June 27, 2007

parents just don't understand (or do they?)

we know Charlie's parents are down... but... most aren't, right?

when i was a kid, my bedroom door was covered in clippings/photos from the source. my pops was not a fan of my bedroom door for this reason. but he let it slide.

i also had a friend who was a graf writer... who i had come over one day and do a full mural on one of my bedroom walls. pops let it (barely) slide. in fact, i'm pretty sure he ordered me to paint it back to normal... but then forgot about it/gave up.

i then saved up a bunch of money from afterschool jobs to furnish my bedroom with a sound system that rivals what some small clubs had. pops even helped with that, building two subwoofer enclosures for me. to this day, i'm still baffled by that.

but for the most part, i think pops was just being cool because he thought rap was going to go away. or at least go away from within me. and he definitely had his fair share of complaints about it all. but he was cool, compared to what some of you whipper snappers had to deal with.

in fact, just a couple weeks ago, and he had me put on "it was a good day" in the truck. "i havent heard this in forever". hah.

so today's Wex Wednesdays topic: top rap-music-related things parents complained about when you were a kid. was it the bass, the curse words, the attitude, etc etc

you make the list this time. comment section, go.

dj "see you tonight at angels & kings" wex.

ps. check out this wall street journal article that came out last year titled "rapping with the oldies".


Blogger Kev frum BROOKLYN! said...

My mom is an old school Jamaican woman. To this day, whenever I play something, the only thing she hears is the curse words and out comes the same questions, "A wah kinda music dis you a listen to?! Dem nuh have anything better fi talk 'bout?"*

*Translation, "What kind of music are you listening to? Don't they have anything better to say?"

4:18 PM  
Blogger Kev frum BROOKLYN! said...

Oh yeah, i'm finally making it down today. And the $2 PBRs will be my friend, my dear close friend cause school's out for summer... well for a week that is.

4:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nice, lookin fwd to seeing ya kev

4:30 PM  
Blogger Russ the Bus said...

im gonna go against the grain here with a "maybe parents do understand" story.

i came back from college with nas' gods son in the car cd player. my mom stops me one day and goes "russ, i moved your car today and heard the most amazing song. he was talking about how we were all kings and queens in africa... it was so beautiful, i just sat there in the driveway listening to it." pretty sure the song was 'i can,' and that she didnt stick around for 'book of rhymes' which is understandable, i usually skip that one too.

when we were younger she never us much shit for listening to rap. i think she wsa just glad the guns n roses era was over.

4:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My Dad didn't care much. But my Mom didn't like cursing AT ALL. I think she was amped when they started putting parental advisory stickers on cassettes and CDs. I couldn't buy music when I was with her because if she saw the sticker she knew it was all "eff this, eff that, my nigga eff your mother, bitches and hoes." That's exactly how she said it too.

Basically to her, if it wasn't Heavy D, it wasn't good. Cuz Heavy D was a jolly, fat fella who danced around and rapped about having fun and peace and liking girls. That was cool. (note: Peaceful Journey was a great album though...I impressed her w/ that)

I tried to get my Mom to snap out of it one day by bringing her into The Wall (remmeber that store?) and showing her that I was about to purchase a new tape. What was it? Cypress Hill's debut. Bad choice. When your Mom's uptight about rap, you shouldn't give her a tape that includes song titles such as "How I Could Just Kill A Man" and "Ultraviolet Dreams."

6:49 PM  
Blogger Charlie said...

who woulds thunk it - my parentals headlining on the hhk blog. it must be a brooklyn thang.

moment that comes to mind for me took place back in middle school. first thing i used to do when i copped a new cassette would be to break down and reverse engineer the lyrics on all the hot tracks into a nice lil book of lines that i kept. so one day as i'm dilligently at work in my lab dad asks wouldn't your time be better spent coming up with your own lines than breaking down someone else's? dad is the master of logic.

7:38 AM  
Blogger Kev frum BROOKLYN! said...


Peaceful Journey got a pass in my house too.

Good times last night.

11:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

the only "hip hop" my mom allowed in the house was mellow man ace's 'mentirosa'. oh, and 'rico suave'. it was sad.

my dad actually enjoyed '1st of the month'. i think he got a kick out of that song.

other than that, my parents thought that it was all crap. they would blast old school salsa, to drown out anything that i was playing in my room. to this day, whenenver i play hip-hop in the house, i feel the need to follow it up with some hector lavoe.

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