First off…rapping is not music. It’s some entirely different genre of something which emits noise. The rappers should have a ceremony all off to themselves in a different building on a different date. Rapping is chanting. Diana Ross sings. Lady Gaga sings. Roberta Flack sings. Carrie Underwood sings. Stevie Nicks sings. Aretha Franklin used to sing. Tony Bennett sings. Rappers emit noise.
Rapping is bullshit and it says so much about the overall devolvement of our culture.
And the Dolly Parton thing. I have no problem with her getting up there and singing her songs, but she doesn’t need to be ruining the Neil Young classic After the Goldrush. I was embarrassed for the Grammys right there and then. It would be like having Tobie Keith singing Stairway to Heaven.
Alicia Keys was fine. I enjoyed her dual piano medley. That was music. Alicia Keys is a musician. Rappers are not musicians.
Put the rappers somewhere off to themselves. It’s like the transition of boxing into cage fighting…if that makes any sense. Like going from the elegance of Obama to the trash of Trump.
Say what you want about Trump, but one thing is clear to me—we obviously had serious societal problems before Trump given the status of rap before 2016.
Give me pop, give me rock, give me country, give me jazz, give me hip hop, give Nora Jones…but take that f—king rap and put it in another building walled off to itself.
I know Westbrook likes Taylor Swift—that’s good. I can live with that. I have no idea what music Paul George prefers. Harden probably is a rapper, but I’ll give him a pass. Cup Cake actually used to rap and was an abysmal…virtually feeble rapper at best. Rapping is another thing he should be insecure about because even I know he sucks as a wannabe rapper. I would hope Billy Donovan is not a rapper.
No wonder we’ve become such a shallow society, just listen to this shit the younger people are listening to. I’m embarrassed for them.
Wilt agreed with me and he actually owned a bar in Harlem which had musicians who played jazz and the blues. He hated rapping. Despised it—so don’t think this is racial thing because you already know abut the Michael Jackson thing with me.
This would have been my Song of the Year. But of course you could understand the lyrics and that would be an automatic disqualification. I may not even be able to watch the Oscars this year…although on this one I think my vote be the winning ticket as in count on my for a Green Book vote. What a great movie!