Music is my pastime. I’m motivated by it, inspired by it and soothed by it. My 6-disc CD changer and my ipod are full of folk music, alternative music, and even some pop music. I like Damien Rice, Jack Johnson, Alanis Morisette, Tori Amos, Norah Jones, Bob Schneider, Coldplay, John Mayer, The Fray, Adele and a lot of stuff like that. I mostly listen to it when I’m cleaning, to drown out the distractions (of which there are many) and motivate me to keep on going, and when I’m driving, to relax and clear my head.
But there’s more than the calm and catchy music I’ve already told you about. It’s my dirty little secret. I listen to some music I’d be incensed about my children listening to. It’s also kinda out of character for the roles I tend to play in this world: Mother of 4 school-age children but stops just short of “Soccer Mom”…Church Goer…God Fearer.
Here’s my Confession for this installment of Confession Thursday:
There’s a special place in my heart for: Rap Music. I’m not talking Rapper’s Delight, here, either, I’m talking about the down-n-dirty, filthy-lyrical, even occasionally women-demeaning kind. The kind of music that goes against all of my morals and values. But dammit it’s got a great beat. And I feel kinda badass when I listen to it.
I really only listen to it on rare (and special) occasions. When the kids aren’t in the car…or when I’m starting to feel angst and need something to help me release the urge to yell at my family something along the lines of: “I’ve had it with all you people, so GET OUT!” The effect is similar to the ‘release’ felt by someone with Tourette’s Syndrome who bursts out in a profane-ridden tantrum.
Here’s a quick list of my favs: Eminem…(I know, cringe)….Kanye West…(Ouch!)…50 Cent…(scary!).
I realize that the above list doesn’t make me out to be the ‘hippest’ rap music listener…I’m not listing a lot of current rappers here. I couldn’t tell you who Soulja Boy is or what he sings. I really don’t go out sampling new rap music. I’m happy with what I have. It serves its purpose.
When things are kinda crappy, and you need a lift, listen to Kanye West’s “Gold Digger” song about 5 times in a row. You won’t be able to keep from tapping your foot and smiling. Trust me on this one.