For the most part I enjoy New York. There’s a lot to do in a relatively small area, the influx of immigrants has resulted in a melting pot of multiculturalism and the city tends to get things before any other in the country. As with Los Angeles it does have its shortcomings, but at this point I’ve all but fully supplanted my longtime home out West for the Rotten Apple.
As such, I’m exposed to a faster and at times more hostile way of life, but since I live here now I’ve since become accustomed to it (usually via staying away from most industry-related anything) although I may have lost a bit of my sanity and my already short fuse gotten that much shorter. In that sense, though, I can show more support to other folks who aren’t from New York when they pop up around these parts.That’s more than what I can say for native New Yorkers, who seem to dislike any and everything “foreign” to them, proclaiming that hip hop is dead because it’s been engulfed in “champagne, gang initiations and skinny jeans three years ago.” Rather than either accept or try to understand that societies change as often as the weather, New York will host a rapster then boo the ever-loving shit out of him in one breath.
It’s an example of why hip hop will always be looked upon by others as and inferior style of music: its fans’ own self-degrading nature. Rather than look at the advances the culture has made, its fan will claim that it’s losing its identity. As it’s gotten more popular, others have taken the music into their own hands and molded their own variations of it. Whether or not it is actually good depends on the ear of the listener, but rather than accept that there are musical styles that just aren’t the preferred type for everyone we’ll snap on it and denounce it. Look, I know that “MTV Riff Raff” is not for me but there are folks in this dimension who will say it’s the greatest thing out now. Who am I to convince them that I feel it’s the audio equivalent of the Human Centipede?
It has less to do with “hatin’” and more to deal with immaturity. I’ve stated a few times that hip hop is a young man’s sport, and the only place where unless you’re a Carter or a Combs you’re not allowed to age. Being unwilling to accept change begets immaturity, and we’re some of the most stubborn folks in music. Perhaps if hip hop fans at the very least tried to understand (if not entirely embraced) it we wouldn’t have asinine posts like the one you just finished reading.