Hip (P)op music gets a bad rap (see what I did there?). Perhaps rightly so. The glorification of womanizing misogynism, tendency towards violence or (maybe worst of all) INCREDIBLE *MIND NUMBING* inanity are all frequently-cited reasons to malign the artform. All valid points. There are certain moments though, that are so exquisitely full of #WIN, that I can’t help but love it again and again. Here are a few:
- The first time I heard Lil Wayne say “B***ch, I’m the bomb like … [insert ticking bomb sound effect here].” It was a revelation.
- The first time I heard “Short Bus Shawty,” and saw the words “Eau le Duet [Sounds French]”
- When I realized everyone was freaking out over “Real G’s move in silence like lasagna,” and completely missed out on the incredible “I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate.”
- The first time I heard “All of the Lights” blaring out over club speakers, at TAO in Vegas. The horns changed my life.
- When I saw the transition in Black (young) Man Dancing go from Mosh-like (“Knuck if you Buck,” “Neva Eva“), to the more whimsical (“Superman,” “My Dougie,” Snap Music, “Shoulder Lean“). So beautiful to see everyone take off their cool a bit.
- That moment when you hear a song for the first time, and you instantly love it (“Imma Star“).
- That moment you realize a stupid song that you hated has worn you down, because the accompanying dance or bass line is too good to skip on a Saturday night (I’m looking at you “Swag Surfin‘” -__- … You too “Get Silly“)
- The moment your mom hears that you listen to a song that is, quite possibly, everything wrong with Hip Hop (“Toot it and Boot it“) but loves you anyway.
- The amazing moment where you hear an old man saying his grandchildren probably listen to “Enema Man.“
- The incredible flash of lightening that is any time Andre 3000 decides to drop a hot 16 on a random song. (When I say random, I mean random).