The G is digging hip hop all of a sudden.
Ok not by mere coincidence....on a drive to the city the Docta decided to knock the dust off the i-pod his parents had given us years ago and fired up the groovy track "Me, Myself and I" by De La Soul.
Do you ever temporarily forget that you have a child along for the ride? Well this was one of those moments...when the Docta switched tracks to another song in the shuffle and the F bombs started to drop I almost lost control at the wheel as I desperately tried to lower the volume.
Too late the heavy bass and fast paced rhyming gave G just enough of a taste to pique his interest. You see the G loves anything with a drum and cymbal baseline that is why we introduced him to Jazz early as a little lad. Now he won't go to sleep without some ba boom ba bah zah zaroni and those sultry sax solos belting out in the background. He enjoys it so much that on our recent trip to San Fran we had to play John Coltrane and Miles Davis on the laptop just so he would settle into his guest bed. We've also exhausted the possiblities on this PBS kids website which is perfect for the budding jazz lover.
What is that music? The G perks up from his catbird seat in the back.
It's hip hop, the docta replies rapidly scrolling through his i-pod for something else.
I want more hip hop. more. It's fast, fast.
He beings to drum his hands against the carseat and starts imitating cymbal crashes with his mouth.
Do they make G rated stuff? the Docta asks me.
Uhhhh..How about we make up our own hip hop G? I tell him turning off the radio altogether.
Two days later. The G starts busting out rhymes in the cadence of a rap.
ana banana bow chicka bow had a fanana bow chica bow....then he starts running words together so fast I can't understand him most of it is gibberish but he knows he needs to be quick and he knows that he needs to rhyme.
He also knows he needs to accentuate certain words too like when he is singing Outcast's song"I'm sorry Miss Jackson I am for real.... "a song he heard only one time on New Year's eve but can't seem to get out of his head.
In the corner of our living room he has set up his own musical studio complete with a makeshift drum set which consists of three tambourines configured into a triangle. This set must not be touched by mama and dada hands.
As a reading teacher I am over the moon that he is rhyming like this at 3 and exploring language in this way now the only trick is to find him some G rated stuff that will quench his thirst for the hip hop beast.
9 comments:
Chica bow bow....I'm not seeing anything wrong with that.
okay how is it possible to continually fall more and more in love with G? I can just see him bustin' out those rap tunes. huge grin on my face reading this post.
Fab that there is another rapper in the family! Dialect (aka Nelson) has a CD out and regularly performs concerts. Rhyming things like "lyricial/satitical" in a political diatribe (and rarely using the F word!) Go little G!
I meant "satirical"....jeez, three weeks off work and I can't spell anymore!!
When I used to work in Michigan, I had a student who had recently been diagnosed with muscular dystrophy. He was definitely mad at the world and refused to do any physical therapy. I decided to bribe him with some Ipod music during therapy if he would cooperate. He quickly retorted that the only thing he would be willing to listen to was NWA. Being totally not hip to the hip hop world, I said that sounded like a great plan and I would be back with some NWA for our next session....I arrived home to innocently ask Dawson if we had any NWA that I could burn to play for a student. He looked incredulous, asked if I'd ever heard a NWA song and quickly pulled up F*** the Police as an example. This was not looking good for my cause.
Well, to make a long story a bit shorter, after some extensive internet research, I can tell you there are at least 2-3 NWA songs without profanity. I'll have to see if I can come up with their names for you to burn for the G.
I'm sure he'll enjoy them more than my student, who I'm sad to report, when I brought him the hard-worked playlist, quickly scanned through the songs and reported, "those ones all suck."
This is hilarious. I laughed out loud at the image of you nearly driving off the road as the f bomb was dropped in your car. Love the the G is rhyming, and that he loves music as he does!
There's nothing wrong with having a little rhythm!
He sounds adorable, I could just eat him up!
How cool! I'm sure there are plenty of good songs out there that don't have any profanity. Or maybe you can find edited versions like they play on the radio to share with him. Good for you to cultivate this passion in him!
go with the rhythm mama!
i love when kids get into music. right now muy girl is in an elvis phase and my son is into muddy waters.
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