Friday, February 7, 2014
PEACE TO THE DJ: IN DEFENSE OF HE WHO YELLS LOUDEST
So yo, lately I been noticing an alarming trend in certain schools of Rap Music Thought: distaste for the DJ who be yellin all over the tracks. You know what I'm talkin bout - the "GANG-STA GRIZZ-ILLZ" and "DAAAAAMN SON, WHERE'D YOU FIND THIS?" loudmouths of the world. Really tho? U really wanna go out of your way to find a version wherein those not-so-subtle joys are eliminated? Yo, that's like eating a bunless burger, kid.
I'm sure smarter minds than me could argue that the DJ is a commentary on the multimedia cacophony of tha postmodern/digital age, but I ain't about that Ivory Tower fuckboy shit. I'm sure more research-oriented minds than me could research the shit outta the bloviating DJ, trace the thread all the way to the precursors of hip-hop - catch me at the soundclash - and show how it's an essential part of the culture. But yo, I ain't that dude. I just think listenin to a DJ-free version of a rap cassette is anemic, and moreover, just a bad look. It's like watching a 3D movie without ya specs. Like rockin an tailored suit without the pocket square. Like eatin French Onion Soup without the gratinee. Think about it.