As a 39-year-old white guy with a country-club upbringing and no rhythm, I am, understandably, not a huge fan of rap music. This wasn’t always the case, mind you. Once upon a time I was deeply into Public Enemy and A Tribe Called Quest and, yes, even gangsta rappers like NWA and Eazy-E. But that was when I was young and hip — well, less unhip, anyway — and since then I’ve gotten a lot older and rap’s gotten a lot worse. By now I can’t even listen to the stuff.
So believe me when I say I wouldn’t know a Kanye West song if I heard one. Read the rest of this entry →