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This is my response to my nearing eligibility for a 30 and over club card.

Everybody say owwwww...my back.

“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun.”

Pablo Picasso (1881 - 1973)

I love Hip-Hop. I have for many years. I loved it when it was not fashionable, when it became fashionable and even though it decides what’s fashionable now…it’s fallen out of favor with a majority of people I’m surrounded by. If every person that said “I don’t listen to Hip-Hop anymore” had to give me 10 bucks, I’d have a down payment on a house. Every time I personally engage in a discussion about Hip-Hop, really music in general, I start to sound like I’m 50 years old. Nobody under 30 should say, “In my day…”. The problem here is that “my day” is really less than 10 years ago. I realize now that while all music is a reflection of the world, Hip-Hop is like a side mirror on a car. Issues may be closer than they appear. I see the same things in Hip-Hop as I see walking around the city. I always did, the thing is, I used to see alot more diversity and I used to see more possibilities. Now I see the same things over and over. It makes me feel like I went from Chuck Berry to My Chemical Romance in seven years. The worse the world around me has become, the worse Hip-Hop has gotten. Perhaps it’s not that it’s gotten worse, but that what’s accepted is worse. So where does this leave me? I yearn for someone to discuss the hardships of marriage and making mortgage payments. I wanna hear 16 bars debate if an Emcee should let his kids go to public school or pony up the dough to send them to a private school. I want an Emcee to talk about how the new Benz is nice, but he got the double cab pick-up cause it’s more useful to a homeowner. Hip-Hop has always been glamorous to some degree, however, the searching and questioning nature seems to have died. Now the progression is among things clearly visible and easily accepted. It’s like being an old hippie when all your friends took corporate jobs. You’re sitting around wondering what the hell went down. Good news is some of your friends started environmentally friendly businesses that don’t use child labor and gives baths to kittens and the elderly as a lead up to their earth day celebration featuring bodypainting, treehugging and competitive Carob eating…they just don’t get much spotlight. So now I sit around trying to keep my ear out for the few Emcees I dig like an old man who only buys the brand of shoes he has always trusted. I curse corporate commercialization of what I once considered pure. If I owned land I’d probably wield my shotgun at people and ask them if they worked for a major record label…cause I don’t like their kind round these parts. I feel like I should have dentures. So here are some tips to deal with “Aging Backpacker Syndrome”:

1) Remember it’s not your fault, commercialism has done bad things to every art form it’s come across.

2) Keep breathing.

3) Put 80’s (I’ll be fair…late 80’s) and 90’s babies down with the good stuff.

4) Do not wield your double barrell at Record Execs…they have very good lawyers.

5) Remember that somewhere out there good Emcees are trying to be heard…help them.

At all costs the aging backpacker must avoid becoming bitter. Bad things happen to those who turn from the light. Producers begin to say that every album is crap. Emcees don’t think anyone can rhyme anymore. You lose your joy. Mind you, I am concerned with what oldies stations are going to sound like in the future. I mean, all of this stuff can’t make it on…can it. I don’t wanna be 50 and turn on the radio to be greeted by the sound of “skeet, skeet, skeet!”. That’s just not a good look for me. I don’t wanna meet my kids’ mommy in a club singing about balls either. There is always something else out there. As much as we tell younger people not to let this “music” take over their minds…we can’t let it take over ours either. We have even less excuses. I, as of late, have stopped telling young people that what they like is garbage. It seperates us when I disregard what they listen to…more importantly, it’s not their fault. They were born to this time. I only know about the music that came before me because the people who lived with it exposed me to it. So that’s what I must do for young people now. Shine the light instead of just cursing the darkness. I still get to say “In my day” if I feel like it though. So what if I enjoy it.