So, the funniest thing happened while I was in the car with my dad and brother earlier today. My brother had just purchased a rap CD that he wanted to listen to during the trip home and he’s the kind to roll down the windows and play the music loud enough for it to be heard by other drivers more than ten meters away.
Now, as if it wasn’t bad enough that we’re cranking this music throughout every street we were on with every song spewing stuff about gang fights, clubs, extremely sexist remarks about ‘dem hoes’ the rappers bang while recording each song, and how every drug under the sun was abused (all compiled in a carefully written vocabulary of profanity and racial slangs that even the devil would feel dirty listening to), but in between a couple songs we were listening to was one of those transitions where a scene is acted out through general dialogue and sound fx, telling a bit of a story to introduce the next song.
So we were waiting at a stop light, volume all the way up, windows down, surrounded by other drivers (Some having their kids in the back) who were no undoubtedly listened in when the transition came- which was just a series of loud and violent sex sounds. Apparently the rapper and I think two or three girls, screaming and saying stuff like “oh my god, I got some in my eyes!” “Oh damn, oh damn, yeah bitches, yeah, don’t stop,” etc went on for the entire red light, which was like a full five minutes.
It was the most painfully awkward thing, which I’m sure everyone within the radius of our car felt. I just felt the intense judgment of the other drivers right beside us while this aggressive sex ambiance just wasn’t going anywhere. Really, the next song just wasn’t starting. I was begging in my mind for some beat to be dropped eventually and the sex to just fade out, but no, it was as if I was there in the room rather than in the apartment suite next door to a loud orgy. My dad is a cultural, traditional kind of person who would probably never listen to rap music otherwise, (Even cracking a joke about how the album should be called Triple F due to all the cursing) and I totally felt his discomfort too. However everyone in the car was silent. The light changes and we get out of there, driving down the road with the sounds still going.
Finally, someone said while giggling awkwardly, “okay, just change this already.” It turned out to be my brother demanding to skip to another track. We never heard the end of that transition, and probably wouldn’t want to, but as soon as I was home, I broke out in laughter. There’s a time and place for music genres that are very extreme in certain areas, and anywhere outside of the stereo in your room is not one of them.