*Pardon me while I get my Sidney Shaw on.*
I’ve been listening to an obscene amount of rap music lately.
It’s hard not to. Nas’ 10thalbum was just released. J. Cole (my new favorite) also just dropped some new heat, feeding his hungry pack of devoted fans.
Rap has been a part of my life since the moment I came out of the womb. Well, not exactly but it’s the music from my childhood that I remember the most. While my mother was playing her Motown jams, my older brother was listening to the sounds of Wu-Tang Clan, A Tribe Called Quest, The Beastie Boys and NWA.
In my earlier days, I was all about Janet Jackson. You couldn’t tell me nothing about Janet! But as I grew older, so did my appreciation and love for the culture of hip-hop. When I was 8 and 9, I gravitated towards Tupac & Biggie. I love ‘Pac but Biggie had those songs you could dance to. Or in my case, he had those songs that you could listen to while you riding with your mom in her 94 red Chevy Cavalier. It’s just something about hip-hop! That feeling is indescribable.
I loved walking the 3 blocks from my house to Walgreens, where I would literally spend hours upon hours reading Vibe and Teen Beat magazines. It was while watching Queen Latifah attempt to keep her fledging magazine, Flavor afloat on Living Single that I began to think about becoming a writer.
I started a familiar journey of so many new writers before me, when I became a reporter at the Daily Egyptian. I covered rappers, singers, plays, bands, comedians, and everything else in entertainment. I definitely worked the best beat on the paper. But after college is when you realize that everyone wants to write about music.
As a woman, the issues and types of writing that I enjoy reading have evolved. I’ve found that I love those hard news stories and articles about women’s issues. Those stories that you won’t find on your local news are also an important facet of journalism.
But my love for hip-hop has never wavered. I’m loyal to hip-hop.
I think that’s why I’ve decided to not pursue writing about it. I want to keep the loves of my life separate. I don’t want to get burnt out on hip-hop or even worse burnt out on writing.
As long as amazing writers like Dream Hampton and Kim Osorio exist, I can rest at ease that Hip-Hop will continue to have a powerful voice.
A Hip-Hop Loyalist,