Make no mistake . . . I am not a fan of rap music. Not because of who sings it or what it’s about – simply because I don’t understand it. My ears can make neither rhyme nor reason of the words. The melodies are too dissonant for my audible range and my hearing capabilities. But, this is not a critique of rap music. I am simply using it as an example.
The Pop Music article in The New Yorker, June 18, 2012, (http://www.newyorker.com/magazine) discusses the resurgence of political hip-hop. The caption under the illustration reads “The rapper and producer El P is an elder statesman in a new wave of politically engaged groups.” The photo is by Zach Gross.
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Until recently, I still vigorously exercised my red pen on hard copy manuscripts for editing purposes. I had to be hauled, kicking and screaming, into the 21st century. I still love my red pen; I had wielded it mightily and felt disloyal abandoning the little guy. Although, I rationalized that my concern was being driven by environmental consciousness and saving trees, let me confess something here: My biggest fear was that I was, and always will be, a misfit in the I-Pod era.