Monday, December 17, 2012

Final Blog Post


The Changing Dynamics of African Rap

            African rap is a genre with roots embedded in American soil.  In the early 1980’s, hip-hop took the pop culture scene by storm in America, and African artists were quick to follow.  Africans learned about this new genre in the same ways they had in years past with genres from countries such as Cuba.  They listened to tapes and radio; if they could afford it, they watched television programs.  These artists took what they saw and made it relevant to them and the public in their region.  Various new sub-genres developed over these early years and continue to develop today.  In America, many artists connect their involvement with rap to the hope of “making it.”  This often comes with fancy cars, money, drugs, women, and violence.  American rappers, especially the early “gangster rappers”, did not hesitate to rap about these topics as a symbol of experience and status.  However, in an interview with Sudanese rapper Emmanuel Jal, I found a different inspiration towards becoming involved in hip-hop music.  Jal seeks peace and uses his music as an outlet for his work as an activist.  He goes against these “American” ideals and outwardly criticizes rappers such as 50 Cent.  Why does Jal seek to destroy these rap stereotypes?  Why does he fight so hard to go against the grain of hip-hop culture?  Artists such as K’naan have followed suit and spoken out against American rappers as well.  It seems there is a certain cyclical phenomenon going on, in which African rappers learn their music from American artists, perfect their craft, and then comment back on those whom they’ve learned from.  In this post I seek to analyze this cycle and the forces that drive it.
            American rap took off in the 1980’s and immediately became a genre for the minority class.  In the later 1990’s, rap did “suburbanize,” but it primarily remained in the major urban centers of America; and minority groups used rap to describe this place in which they lived.  Murray Forman (Forman 2000:68) emphasizes the role of “place” in raps development, and notes a shift from the notion of the all-inclusive “ghetto” to “the more localized and specific discursive construct of ‘the hood’."  Rappers associated strongly with their city and more specifically, their neighborhood.  Territories emerged and this idea was only intensified with the gang culture often present within the rapper lifestyle.  Quickly, the gangbanger life and the rapper life became synonymous, and a successful rapper was one who could finally afford to stop living life on the streets in order to live life in the studio.  However, because of these roots, rap music was filled with tales of violence, drugs, sex, and money.  Women were often disrespected and there was an inherent lack of respect for authority.  The nature of this early rap is best shown in songs by N.W.A. (Niggas With Attitude) such as Boyz N’ Da Hood and Fuck Da Police.


            Emmanuel Jal, however, has a different outlook on the rap game and the meaning of rap.[1]  Born to a South Sudanese family in Tonj in 1980 (he is not aware of an exact date), Jal was immediately immersed in tension.  His father joined the SPLA (Sudan People’s Liberation Army) and was killed in battle.  Government soldiers then killed Jal’s mother and Jal was taken by rebel forces to Ethiopia under the guise of seeking an education.  There, at age six, he was handed a gun and taught to fight.  He endured starvation, torture, and the many other unknowable terrors that accompany war until British foreign aid worker Emma McCune finally rescued him at age 12.  Jal’s musical career started as one of tradition.  Music was at the root of his society as a way to spread ideas and practice tradition.  “If you couldn’t sing, you couldn’t get a girlfriend.  It was necessary,” Jal told me.  After his experiences in war, however, music became an outlet for his pain.  “Music is like a painkiller for the day,” he says, “and my faith gives me the hope to want to see tomorrow.”(Jal)  Jal’s message is one of peace and unity.  Jal’s most recent and notable song is We Want Peace, which received support from figures such as Alicia Keyes, George Clooney, Kofi Annan, and Jimmy Carter.  Further research on the cause can be done here.  This song has become a sort of movement through which Jal promotes his ideals, raises funds, and spreads awareness.


Jal is not afraid to express his disgust with the current morals of the rap game.  His songs such as “50 Cent,” No Bling,” and Skirt Too Short,” criticize the cultures of drug abuse, violence, materialism, and sexual promiscuity in the rap industry.  These are not only the concerns of artists such as Jal, as other African artists such as K’naan have spoken out against American rappers who promote the gangster ideal as well.  Errol A. Henderson (Henderson 1996:309) believes that rap has become “a conduit for African American culture to a greater extent than even jazz."  Henderson, like Jal and K’naan, looks to return to an idea of community in order to “create a standard of behavior and a new rites of passage away from guns, dope, sexism, and violence” (Henderson 1996:308).  The members of this camp seek a 180-degree turnaround from the old ways of the gangster rappers that still hover over the rap industry.  Simple examples such as the phrase “sex sells,” which has become all too common in our vocabulary and mindset, are what these rappers and scholars point to when they call for change.  Although Jal often speaks of God and faith in his songs, his qualms with the rap industry do not come out of some zealous Christian sense of moral highness, but simply for the betterment of the youth of the world.



Jal is a human’s rights activist, and more specifically a children’s rights activist because of the pain he personally endured as a child.  He believes that the idols of these youth, such as 50 cent, are promoting the wrong ideals.  Jal wants children to idolize those who are righteous, caring, peaceful, and intelligent.  In his song, 50 Cent,” Jal raps, “You have done enough damage selling crack cocaine / now you got a 'kill a black man' video game / We have lost a whole generation through this lifestyle / now you want to put it in the game for a little child to play.”  Jal knows from experience how impressionable children are, and thus, the dangers that come with exposing them to the wrong content.  Awad El Karim M. Ibrahim believes that this impressionability comes from a sense of wanting to belong.  In an interview with an African immigrant (Ibrahim 1999:361), the child says, “We identify ourselves more with the Blacks of America.  But this is normal, this is genetic… We live in Canada… We are going to identify ourselves on the contrary with people of our color, who have our lifestyle, you know."  These children watched T.V. and listened to radio and mimicked everything that they “Black culture.”  Marc Perry (Perry 2008:639) writes, “Blackness, as such, becomes a transnational site of identification and self-making; one made most immediately tangible for many diasporic youth by way of hip hop."  Black children seek to identify with a larger black community, and rappers are often the most iconic heads of this community.  It appears that not until rappers of America stop worrying about their material well being by “selling sex” and rapping about drugs, the cycle of raising urban youth to idolize these ideals will never end.
So why do we see rappers who are so heavily influenced by American rappers, who idolized those they listened to on tapes back in Africa, turn around and criticize them once they are grown up?  Many children in America, Africa, and the rest of the world idolize the rappers who promote sex, violence, and drugs, but there remain those few who speak out against them.  In a study done by Rachel E. Sullivan (Sullivan 2003:605), she finds that Black adolescents are “more committed to rap music and are more likely to see rap music as life affirming."  These are the people at risk for falling into this cycle of violence and they are the majority who listen to rap music.  It is people like Jal—who have actually fought for their lives, who have endured starvation, who have killed men but are not proud of it, and who have had their childhoods stolen from them—that seek change.  These men know the true dangers of violence, and not what we see in the movies.  It appears that the “realer” you are, the less proud you are of the crimes you’ve committed.  Jal did not kill by choice, and he is still haunted by what he has done, as he describes in an interview here.  The rappers of America were raised in the culture described above, they were brainwashed to believe that money, guns, and girls are the essentials to a life of happiness.  It is not until someone from outside of this cycle—with an outside prospective on this culture due to their realizations from life experiences—starts a movement of change that hip-hop will become the outlet of positive expression that it has the potential to be.



[1] I understand it is an essentialist and sweeping judgment to state that all American rappers are black, from the ghetto, in a gang, and obsessed with materialism, violence and sex.  I recognize that this is a major generalization, however this is a dominant and important trend that is at the core of my concern in this article.

Final Bibliography


Works Cited

Forman, Murray. "'Represent': Race, Space and Place in Rap Music." Popular Music 19.1 (2000): 65

       95. JSTOR. Web. 17 Dec. 2012. 

Henderson, E. A. "Black Nationalism and Rap Music." Journal of Black Studies 26.3 (1996): 308-39.

       JSTOR. Web. 17 Dec. 2012. 

Ibrahim, Awad El Karim M. "Becoming Black: Rap and Hip-Hop, Race, Gender, Identity, and the

       Politics of ESL Learning." TESOL Quarterly 33.3 (1999): 349-69. JSTOR. Web. 17 Dec. 2012. 

Jal, Emmanuel. Telephone interview. November 2, 2012.

Perry 2008.

Sullivan, Rachel E. "Rap and Race: It's Got a Nice Beat, but What about the Message?" Journal of 

       Black Studies 33.5 (2003): 605-22. JSTOR. Web. 17 Dec. 2012. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Critical Review- Amandla!


Amandla!

The film gives testimonies of the role of music in the black revolution against apartheid in South Africa.  Music was essential to the revolution in many ways.  It kept spirits up, united the people, spread messages, and provided an outlet of emotion, among other things.  Many of the interviewees—composers, musicians, actors, and freedom fighters—spoke of the importance of music to them and the how it helped them through the tough times.  The fight against apartheid was arguably fought more through music than it was through violence, as these singers used their words more effectively than any other weapon.
What I found most interesting was the way in which one man described how much music permeated his life.  He described how his mother would come home with no money to buy food and sing a dirge, rather than complain or weep.  Another woman described singing for fallen comrades in battle rather than weeping, in order to keep spirits up.  This was a vivid example of how large of a role music played in these peoples lives.  We use music in America to spread messages, but in a very different way.  Is there any equivalent output of everyday emotion in America?  Is the use of song to express these emotions effective or does it limit the singer’s ability to get their message across?  Would South Africans consider this “music” or simply an everyday expression of self?

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Coplan Critical Review


            Coplan addresses the rise of popular music in South Africa and the course it has taken up to the present day.  South African musical development was both hindered and aided by apartheid, as the segmentation made it hard for artists to collaborate while at the same time this separation thus allowed for many different styles to emerge.  Musicians took queues from genres such as Christian choir music, American jazz, and North/West African traditional music.  Coplan, however, made it very clear that South African musicians almost always created a syncretic genre.  The formation of new music, and the South African music “scene” in general, was largely aided by mass movements of people to cities such as Johannesburg and Kimberley in search of profit from natural resources.
            I found the ways in which South African Music was aided by these mass migrations to the mining cities particularly interesting.  Although almost all of the major players in the emerging music scene were present in South Africa before the migrations, the musical developments and exchanges made would not have happened without the cities or outlets for expression that they created. (i.e. canteens, bars, house parties etc.)  The effect of urbanization on musical progress has been a recurring theme this year, though I wonder if there is any modern example of this?  Is the internet the closest thing that we have today, and with the creation of the internet, will “new cities” or “urban movements” hold less weight than they once did, since we are all already connected via the world wide web?

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Critical Review-White


            White addresses Congolese Rumba, how it came to be in Africa, and what it means for Africans, both past and present.  White states that Congolese Rumba is associated with cosmopolitanism, and it emerged as a result of the creation of cities, radio stations, and record labels, much like Makuna stated.  White pays close attention to the spread of this music, especially the G.V. series, by way of record labels across the Atlantic Ocean from Latin America, and how without the colonization and cosmopolitan society in major Congolese cities, this spread would have not been possible.
            I found White’s interviews interesting; as Congolese people said that they could “feel” the African roots in this heavily Latin influenced music and took great pleasure in listening to it.  We’ve read countless times about an innate sense of rhythm in Africans and one man states, “’The melody, the rhythms, those are Congolese rhythms… that’s what breaks Congolese hearts.’”(673)  The Congolese people have this innate connection to African Rumba and are proud that it comes from their homeland.  Do these natives and musicians feel that they are not given the proper credit they deserve for creating this music?

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Ethnographic Description


            I attended an African drumming class in Cambridge, near MIT.  This event was much more personalized due to my own participation and the intimate environment in which it took place.  Upon arrival, Moussa, the teacher was surprised to see people besides his “regulars.”  As we entered the small art gallery off the Central MBTA stop, Moussa was already jamming with his eclectic group of regulars.  His nephew Solo, who was visiting from Mali, outfitted us with drums and away we went. 
We were all given Djembe drums of different sizes.  It almost felt natural to hold the drum after we had learned the basics just hours before by Mr. Agbeli.  Moussa started with the basics, teaching us three different types of “hits” on the drum— bass, edge, and slap— used to create different sounds.  Everything was done in rhythm, even the technical teaching of different sounds.  Moussa taught us “beginners” a very basic rhythm that combined all three hits and served as the background rhythm to what would become an overlapping array of synchronized sounds.  Once we learned this rhythm, Moussa said, “Do what you can do.  You will not be me, and you will not be anyone else this class.  We have played for years, and you start now.”  I found this notion of accepting our “novice-ness” interesting and refreshing.  This set up a very relaxed learning environment.
Moussa got all of us playing our basic rhythm together and then gave his other students various rhythms to play.  He would point at someone and say, “HERE!” and then play a rhythm over and over again.  The student would watch, attempt, and then perfect the rhythm, all while we played our basic rhythm with a bass drummer.  He would then go on to the next person and teach them yet another layer.  He repeated this process with his regular students until all were busy with their respective rhythms.  Moussa would then solo, mixing rhythms I knew from my jazz, funk, and gospel drumming background, such as triplets, with those that I had never heard before.  The unbelievable crispness, loudness, and speed he played with sometimes distracted me from my own rhythm.  I was lucky enough to sit next to him, and when he could tell that I was catching on quickly, he gave him his backup Djembe so that I could play a “good” drum.  He said to me, “Here, now you are professional,” and I took the drum with pride.  Moussa showed off his skills, but never intimidated his students, always laughing and encouraging them by pushing their limits.  We learned a very specific rhythm to “count in” the group.  Rather than the American “1, 2, 1234” method, African drumming consists of a distinct rhythm that the group plays together to count in and another distinct rhythm to end the piece.
Moussa implemented a “call and response” or “do as I do” method of teaching, though he stopped occasionally to give advice, especially to us beginners.  He told us to relax our arms, breath, not to think, and told Teddy to relax in his chest in order for his hands to do what his brain demands.  The most interesting piece of advice he gave us was not to count.  This was especially hard for me, having learned drumming in a very rudiment based system designed around playing written music to a metronome.  His advice proved useful, and once I stopped trying to figure out a time signature, I began to hear the various interlocking patterns and didn’t judge my timing off of counting but rather off of the other drum patterns.  I immediately connected this experience to the Titon reading on Agbekor, both in that we learned through full speed rehearsals and developed ears for intricate weavings of other patterns.
The “regulars” were all white and were aged from about 30-60.  There were both men and women, and they seemed to come from very different backgrounds.  Many of them had worked with Moussa for around 5 years, and one woman had been there for over 11.  She said she once walked by and heard the drumming, saw white people involved and decided to give it a try.  She now works with Nani Agbeli and has taken four trips to Mali to both learn and perform.  Most of the other regulars had similar stories, stating that they never planned to start drumming but once they tried it, they couldn’t stop.  Moussa explained to me after the class that he started as a young boy, and his father did not approve of him choosing music as a profession.  He explained that he would play in the street, play at weddings, baby showers, among other events.  He told me that he would play easily for 14 or 15 hours a day and then finished the class with a comedic and blunt, “Has everyone paid me? Good, see you all next week!”

*I know this is about a hundred words over, but I figured better to give a complete description rather than cut out important info that I’d learned.