Those who know me will be aware I have a really anti rap/American hip-hop stance. Hate it. I find it repetitive, violent fueled, often derogatory and highly sexualised. I don’t mind some Australian/New Zealand hip-hop (I enjoy some songs by Scribe and Hilltop Hoods). And last summer I quite enjoyed Jay Z’s Empire State of Mind. But that’s it. Hate the bling. Hate the mouth grills. Hate the (mostly) nonsensical lyrics. And hate the arrogance.
So you can imagine my surprise when I heard the latest Nelly song on radio and enjoyed it on first listen, and turned the radio up on subsequent listens.
Then I got thinking. I have actually enjoyed quite a few of Nelly’s songs.
There was this one, which I remember listening to when some family friends took me into Sydney city in 2000 – these boys were quite a lot older than me, and I felt very cool hanging out with them aged 18.
I also have the CD single. Back in the day when CD singles weren’t an endangered species, and when I worked in the music section of a department store, I bought about three singles a week. These days…well I can’t find enough music that I like to actually fork out money for. I probably buy 10 CDs a year, and pay for about 20 iTunes downloads. The rest, sadly, is free. I’ve gone back on what I believed in all those years ago.
I quite like this one, when Nelly teamed up with Kelly Rowland.
Ok so it’s repetitive, but bearable. I hate the reference to ‘my boo’ though.
And this one features Tim McGraw.
I have it on good authority that Tim McGraw looks hot in chaps and has a fine arse. I haven’t looked – I don’t want to cut my friend’s lunch. Plus I am quite satisfied with Rob Thomas’s arse.
I have found Nelly catchy, and at times, soothing. Actually I prefer the other singer in the duet songs. Alright, so when I listen closely, I hear Nelly’s lyrics aren’t lacking the bad content I hate so much in rap. And he probably wears grills. But his songs are damn catchy. But overall, I don’t switch off when Nelly comes on the radio. And I even have him on a playlist.
I know. I felt my pulse when I realised Nelly was the music I’ve been missing. I hope never to discover this about rap or hip-hop again. Or discuss it on my blog.