The Case Against Lyricism
A few days after I threw up my Top 100 Songs of ‘08, I received an email from a reader who lamented that I was stuck in the 90s. He implied that I was probably sitting in an office in Manhattan compiling playlists with foreign names like Raekwon and Elzhi, while sipping some freshly brewed vanilla latte. He argued that, though the likes of SouljaBoy and Huey may not possess Rakim-esque lyrical calisthenics, their songs always get people crunk in the clubs and that should count for something. I thought about this briefly and decided he had a legitimate argument. He’s absolutely right. After all, the best way to ascertain the quality of songs has always been to guage how people respond to them while under the influence of alcohol and psychedelic lights.
I dedicate Huey’s latest video to that anonymous reader.
And I dedicate this one to the rest of you:
See? Everybody wins.
