Baller's Corner is back with some Baked Potato Pleasantry & Hard-Core Despair: The Inherent Absurdity of Hip-Hop
Written by our Brooklyn based contributor, Mark Sanders
The more impossible a concept or action seems in the context of normal life, the higher the absurdity. It’s something I’ve been attracted to in culture since I was a kid, before I could even put a name to it: Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks; the music of Frank Zappa (“I might be moving to Montana soon, just to raise me up a crop of dental floss”). As a teenager I discovered the plays of Samuel Beckett and Tom Stoppard and the elaborate, ridiculous mythos of Parliament-Funkadelic. Finally, I discovered rap music. In the mid-90s, the genre was in a golden age, and great rap could be found everywhere. I loved the escapism of its hard-edged stories, the rhythms and wordplay, the outsized insanity of Ol’ Dirty Bastard and Kool Keith. Eventually, I also found an incidental pleasure: the inherent absurdity of hip-hop, hidden in plain sight...