Thursday, March 17, 2005
modern romance
Kissing cousins and aural elbows: hip-hop (with a capital[ist] "H", son) and indie-rock. My article, not yet produced, for a local music site (HoustonMusicReview.com) is about how both camps look at each other with pouty lips. Like everything beneath the sun, it has to do with race. Are bands like TV on the Radio, 90 Day Men, The Mars Volta and Cafe Tacuba (to bring in some suvvvern flava) young Jackie Robinsons or peformers of their otherness or just some melanin-endowed rhythm machines>>>>>?
I'm also getting down in it with my column for XLR8R called "After Silence" (all serious and shit) covering anything from drop the lime to weird white-label remixes of Bjork and other stuff that makes the TRL ears go limp.
"We got to go back to the store and get you an 'N'"
on another weirdo nonpost-racial tip: why didnt anyone bring De La Soul heat for Dove's "work hard like wetbacks" line on "Ooh"?? I was just listening to it a few minutes ago and realized that I dont remember cats really bringing it to the forefront of a broader cultural debate like Hot 97 politiks. I guess its okay to go all Strom "Bitches Ain't Shit but Hoes and Tricks" Thurmond on it when it comes to Mexicans.
They don't really listen to music anyway. or read.
