Oh goodness, I missed this gem the first time around.
Did I listen to the lyrics? No, I didn’t need to because the lyrics from those artists have lived rent-free in my head for…
**checks updated Dr. Dre lyrics** …thirty years. Ever since my 11-year-old self convinced the cashier at The Wall that I did, in fact, have my parents’ permission to buy that cassette with the advisory sticker and then proceeded to secretly carry it back and forth to school every day so my parents wouldn’t find it. I can’t begin to estimate how many hours I clocked going for walks in the great outdoors with my Walkman just so I could get away and listen to my “illicit” music without getting caught. Despite my heavy diet of gangsta rap during my formative years, I somehow managed to make it to adulthood without falling into a degenerate life of crime.
So, of course, my nostalgia was in overdrive tonight during that family-friendly halftime show. After the game, I pulled it up online so I could watch it again with my four-year-old son. He liked being able to put faces to the names of the artists he knows from the oldies station we listen to in the car (yes, Snoop and Dre are the “oldies” now) and when Mary came on he gasped and exclaimed “PRETTY!” He thought 50 Cent was just too cool for being able to rap upside down. Eminem’s performance served as a jumping-off point for a conversation where I explained his reasoning for kneeling and in the end I was reminded what I’ve always loved about rap and hip hop — it’s music with a purpose. It’s socio-political commentary. It’s exactly the kind of thing I want to expose my children to.
And really, let’s not be too hard on Snoop. Yes, we know he’s been known to associate with criminals who have done hard time (Martha Stewart). But, the man is getting up there, and what you saw as a crip walk may have just been an arthritis flare. Besides, the first Google result for crip walking is a dance tutorial run by a British guy that comes with a warning to consult your physician before attempting. I mean, it’s still super fly and hella gangsta, but maybe it doesn’t carry quite the same weight as it used to.
ETA: The people clutching their pearls over crip walking were the same ones getting the vapors over Elvis’ hip shaking, right?