SLAM!
May 29th 2008 07:54
Slam poetry has played an essential role in hip hop since the Watts Prophets started slamming eargasmic rhymes in their wart-torn LA hood. The evolution from slam poetry goes from spoken words spat with the cadence of the street, to the polemic message driven music of Public Enemy and NWA, to today’s intellectually armed soldiers Talib, Cannibus, and Immortal Technique who tote a knowledge of this John Perkins colored world. While all of that stuff can be mixed with infectious beats, dubbed over dreadlocked pop icons and whose creators genre-bendingly collaborate with rock stars creating an assessable harangue of language, Amiri Baraka remains one of the best examples of a bridge between literature and music and the longevity of the literature/music cocktail. His words at times seem like a polemic mix that was violently blenderized to the point of being so quick and witty that the poem feels choppy because your mind cannot catch the witticisms as quickly as he dishes them out. While turning your intellect on itself, he pushes a beat, sometimes standard and sometimes unique.
Baraka is a language musician. While singer’s voices are their instruments, Baraka’s words are his. Even his scat is poetic simply because it is between his music note words. Now put a recording of his spoken word over a sick J Dilla beat and it is hip hop…or rather a beautiful composite of elements that creates a seemingly hip-hop piece. Not to say that very particular things are strictly compositional elements of hip hop, but when you combine a witty philippic with fantastically arranged beats, people tend to think hip hop. Whatever you call it, Amiri Baraka don’t need no hook for this shit.
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