I think you don’t have to be a parent for this week’s Dustinland to hit home. I mean, even without my kid around, a lot of the hiphop that’s been coming out lately, I feel a little squeamish listening to it around my wife—and I’d imagine if I was single, it would be even worse.
Hey, I’ve always had my music that I listen to on my own. Dude music. Whether it’s black metal or Wu-Tang, basically, we’re talking angry and sometimes filthy music. The problem is that now everyone seems to be rapping this way. Instead of having your 2 Live Crew on one hand, and your De La Soul on the other, now even the chillest of hiphop seems to be chock full of “pussy” and “fuck” and a whole lot of “ninjas.” And that’s frustrating because sometimes I hear a track that’s great, and I can’t play it out loud anymore unless I’m home alone. Hell, not just a track, entire albums. I mean, what’s the deal? Either todays kids aren’t going to be able to listen to new rap until they’re teenagers, or 7 year olds are going to be running around talking about fucking hos, smoking blunts and fisting.
Again, I enjoy a lot of this stuff personally, but at this rate, my kid’s favorite MC is going to be Soterios Johnson.