Pussy Jamz

I was inspired by my peeps at A Different King of Blog to do another music post.  How did they inspire me?  By their appreciation for music that I was convinced would not capture their attention in the least bit.

The Ultimate Release playlist from the other day captured some D.C. flavor, then threw you all the way to Cali, and finally back to the east coast–the south.  I have befriended many on the basis of my mix in taste in music.   The CDs that I create have confused the hell out of a lot of people but they capture my various moods that present in a day, or in an hour.

Ever since I have identified with womanism/feminism, I have had an ongoing psychological conflict with some of the music that I have loved/do love because of the misogynistic tones and the degradation of women displayed in the lyrics (and videos)–especially Black women.  I love a good beat, bass, drums, guitar, piano…but when nasty lyrics are laid on top of the track, I take notice. But one half of me tries to ignore it.  The other half of me knows every single word uttered as if it were testimony.

Half of me has a picket sign up on Spelman’s campus or at BET saying, “Stop!”  And the other half of me is shakin like a salt shaker into a trance.  I don’t know what to do.

I realize that the lyrics in rap have gotten worse and worse…I don’t think explicit comes close to defining it anymore.  Explicit was the old gangsta rap. This stuff now is violent-torture-pornographic.  But I’m grown…responsible…I can take it…I can deal with it…I guess…

But my little sisters and future Black princesses…I don’t know what they think.  Are they thinking? Is it destroying their self image? Defining their roles as subjugated to men?  Sex objects?  Pussy poppers?  Bitches and hoes?

The Black community has had this dialogue about music repeatedly.  What has been the result?  Periodic wars between freedom of expression and the pseudoliberation of women.  While I don’t agree with sensoring music, I cannot deny that Black women are at the very bottom of the totem pole in the United States.  We must fight everyone to rise to the top.

Do our brothers not respect us?

While I’m still thinking about the answers to these questions, music relieves me and puts my soul at ease. It calms (or invigorates…LOL) my sexual energy which is tied to my mental energy.  I am brand new after a good session…of music.  I still detest the p* word (yes, I know I typed it in the title) and yet I seem to be magically attracted to songs with the word.

This next playlist has two more songs from Reaction Band.  I practically hate the lyrics because of the overuse of the p* word…but the beats are so damn tight.  The first song is Mrs. Officer, yes a play off of the Bobby Valentino song [that I hate].   I was so shocked when I first heard the chorus…but I got over it!  The second song is called Pussy Bounce…at the 5:03 mark forward, they tear that shit up!  The 3rd song is Pop That Pussy by 2 Live Crew.  The 4th and 5th are by Luke, aka Nastyman–I Wanna Rock and Scarred–all old tracks from the 90s…all my favorites.  And the last song is Gimmie That Pussy by Lil Webbie.

Believe me, these aren’t even the worst songs that I have. Stay tuned and please be sensitive to my internal conflict.

Listen to the playlist: Pussy Jamz