Raised on survival of the funniest.
promethean75 wrote:Raised on survival of the funniest.
indeed. there are some things that are so ridiculously confused and nonsensical that they can be neither taken seriously nor avoided; the comic is the one who can't get out, but can't commit his energies to correcting all the mistakes around him, and focuses his creative efforts in running a private gag reel of the things around him. a secret mocking language only comics speak and appreciate while everyone else asks 'why is he laughing... these matters are serious'. it must be the suffering the comic experiences while bearing witness to this fiasco. the crowd puts so much dire seriousness into things which aren't even real problems, while being completely oblivious to what real problems do exist... incidentally, those which only the comic knows most intimately.
a certain kind of humor in the face of the spirit of seriousness is the act of transforming the insult taken by the depreciation of matters truly deserving of seriousness and replacing them with trivialities instead. humor is a retort to this (sarcasm; one way it is voiced), a way of recognizing an impostor of suffering... one who suffers the least serious concerns while waving his hands all about as if he were being thrown into the most dire of circumstances. there is nothing left to do with such an insulting joke but to make a caricature out of it. the comic is the master authority in this. and it isn't that the comic isn't capable of taking serious... rather that he finds in the company of others that he can't take this or that seriously. problems of a lower rank which the comic pays little attention to, but toward which others invest the greatest amount of emergency. that is what evokes the energies of the comedian and brings him to life. the cheapening of what it means to suffer. the depreciation of the meaning of suffering... the silly spectacle of watching serious people rant and rave about what is of so little consequence. such people can only have value to the comic as the subject of caricature.
“The more one suffers, the more, I believe, has one a sense for the comic. It is only by the deepest suffering that one acquires true authority in the use of the comic, an authority which by one word transforms as by magic the reasonable creature one calls man into a caricature.” - kierkegaard
“They met each other. It wasn’t even like they had a conversation; they just started to laugh, clap hands—because there was an insane amount of respect for each other’s craft,” recalls the industry veteran. “You don’t really have to talk in those moments. I played the song; Jay [asked me to play] the beat for like 20 minutes. Jay goes in the booth and changes everything [from his previous version]. He goes, ‘You ready?’ Big is like mystified. I was like, ‘I told you: he don’t write no rhymes.’ And from that point, Big stopped writing rhymes. He’s like, ‘I’m not gonna be the guy that’s gonna be here writing when this guy can do that.’ Even though I told [Biggie] a bunch of times, ‘he don’t write his rhymes down,’ he thought it was impossible that he could say rhymes that good without writing them down.”
promethean75 wrote:The Promethean Chronicles, chapter 1
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Pedro I Rengel wrote:But one thing standing against J in rap, which is a problem you also have, is an avertion to being a fuck up. Remember that time? I was like "zoot is awesome, he's a fuck up like us," and you both were straight offended (you much more than Jakob). Rap is made up only of fuck ups. The golden toothed smile.
promethean75 wrote:though i imagine like anything else, if you practice enough, you develop the skill. i've been an amateur rapper now for a week. but if i could rap as fast and clearly as the notes come to my mind when i hear a beat, i'd have a hot pink humvee and a summer home in fort lauderdale right now.
promethean75 wrote:rap can be great for what it is, but what it is isn't great, if that makes any sense to you. as great as a rap may be, it's still only just a rap. the existence of rap, to me, lies somewhere between a harmless artistic activity and a magnificent travesty expressing one facet of the slow descent of western civilization and culture.
and i wouldn't be able to not see anyone who attributed so much greatness to rap as being part of this decline... and neither would i be able to explain any of this to someone who did so.
but check this one out. a well written rap to this groove would be epic. who among the ILP rappers shall have the courage to take up the mic? be warned; a song like this belongs only to the illest.
promethean75 wrote:but check this one out. a well written rap to this groove would be epic. who among the ILP rappers shall have the courage to take up the mic? be warned; a song like this belongs only to the illest.
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