I haven’t written much about the specific songs
during this summer countdown of slowed down tracks, at least not in the
digitized cyborg version, mostly because there are programs scouring for these
things everywhere, just looking to send somebody a threatening email with vague
legal bullshit being mentioned without heart. This is a strange time to be
alive because we are more connected to things nowhere near us at all, and yet
completely disconnected to our immediate surroundings. And then again maybe
that’s normal now, and I’m a fucking idiot fool. Maybe that’s the new normal,
and to not want to mention specifically what I’m actually mentioning is
unnecessary obfuscation and I should just write the song titles on my dick and
take a picture and make that the post.
Do the Knowledge is one of many planted in my
brain by Rakim, who line for line had more depth than any MC ever. There is no
doubt our depth of language has been lost, and that’s not just old man talk,
that’s a byproduct of us being able to communicate quicker with more visual
imagery. The necessity of actual lengthy language is no longer as necessary. It’s
a strange regression, although that assumes that progress is more language,
which may not be true either. Perhaps the ultimate form of expression is to
just shoot single grunts at each other but be able to convey a depth of meaning
within that grunt.
But a part of doing the knowledge was breaking
things apart, digging out the meaning of the parts and what that all added up
to as a whole. The parts are smaller now, but it seems like the meaning within
those smaller parts might be a lot deeper than we realize, but we are only
accepting the superficial surface meaning. Or then again, maybe everybody else
is seeing the entire depth of meaning and I’m the lone idiot. I certainly feel
that way most days lately. Whatever though.
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