has always been the dirty little mistress of the music industry.
Record execs bankroll MCs and reap all of carnal benefits, but labels
have historically treated rap like a disposable commodity that would
soon be forgotten. As a result, even iconic hip-hop albums have
lacked the slick photography and packaging that accompanied memorable
rock and pop projects.
It's easy to bitch about Rethink Music. After all; despite the
promise to instigate discussion about where the industry is heading,
a great deal of the two-day conference – which went down in Boston
this week – consists of old guard industry blowhards denying that
music faces any problems whatsoever. It's actually quite maddening;
from their designer frames to unrelenting arrogance, the bigwigs live
up to virtually every cliché that the business has ever been branded
Wu-Tang, while always good for an unexpected turn or two, did something absolutely unprecedented at their Boston show last week: they showed up on time. In fact, the show ended at least an hour before they usually go on.
Despite the early onset, Meth, Ghost, and every other living member besides RZA brought much ruckus, pain, and so forth.
Not sure why I didn't see this sooner...
Maybe I just wasn't looking in the right places - or maybe this was indeed a late announcement - but regardless, today's Brooklyn Vegan line-up at Emo's looks particularly rad, not to mention diverse enough for the whole family (so long as there are no kids in that family).
[While the rest of the staff is busy duncecapping-and-kazooing its way through the usual July 4 activities, Phoenix rap critic Chris Faraone has left the country and is doing lots of drugs. We rejoin him at Montreal's Jazz Fest, already in progress.]
GZA's Liquid Swords: drunk, or just human?