SQUIRT: Face it, Mom: rap is the new rock.
BONNIE: But it’s not like rock at all! It glorifies violence, sexism, homophobia, and racism! In the sixties and seventies rock wasn’t any of those things. Rock was openminded. Rock was good.
SQUIRT: Yeah, Mom. You sound like Grandpa in 1964, trying to explain to Aunt Kat how come the Beatles weren’t playing “real” music.
BONNIE: I’m not saying rap isn’t music. I’m just saying I hope it isn’t “the new rock” because the message is so nasty.
SQUIRT: Yup. Just like Grandpa. I bet he didn’t like Elvis, either.
Ugh. I’ve never liked rap. Except, now I’ve found Cowboy Troy, and I kind a like him. He calls his music Hick Hop. http://www.cowboytroy.com
And I like the mix Garth Brooks does of Right Now.
Rap…..no. Hip Hop, yes.
Even classical. I just don’t get rap with all the violence and nastiness.
Yowza… there’s country rap? No way! How funny! I’ve got to look up those songs at iTunes just to hear what it sounds like.
I especially don’t understand the violence towards women and gays in rap. It’s like they’re considered subhuman in the rap world.
Ewwww, i can’t stand it. They don’t even speak properly….shizzle, wizzle….what the!
Yeah! What Michelle said.
Squirt? Rap? Something’s out of place in the world when a kid named Squirt listens to rap.
He really prefers 60s and 70s rock, Elizabeth. He was just arguing for the joy of it—I bet you know how that is!
Hmmm…rap rhymes with…crap. Cosmic coincidence? I think not.