The Wrap on Rap – Dying Quicker than Disco – Poo Models

In the late 70’s we had a music genre that was somewhat obnoxious and it died very quickly.  Its main dynamic was the sexual ritual of dance played out in discos.  A camoflauged role playing dress up game that allowed people to decorate the sexual process with polyester and hair spray.   I guess it did conceal the pain that results from knowing that its really hard to find someone you really want to be with.

In the late 2000’s we have a music genre called RAP with a sales drop of 20% last year.  This time the “music” isn’t even musical.  A person not controlled by their impulse to fit in would in reality have to be paid to listen to this music.  Its festooned with sexual rituals of beautiful servile women lounging around waiting for their next penetration.  There is a dress up game too that is not even creative as disco and that is saying alot!  Only by playing on peoples weakest points, their fantasies, can such a business be made of such a bad quality product.

The irony about RAP is that its name is derived from a slang meaning “TALK”.  The problem is the people doing rap have nothing to say like just about every other “artist” out there.  “Artists” appear hollow to me.  That’s because most are merely posers and not really artists.  You can argue with this and I would argue back saying the thing I made in the toilet is a work of art.  It must be because sometimes when I make a really good one I take a picture and send it to my friends.  Thus it is art because it models and its runway is made of porcelain. 

In conclusion, like my art, rap is crap.