Thursday, October 20, 2011

To the extreme I rock this blog like a vandal. . .

"What is incessantly boosted as exceptional grows dull, and the festivities to which light music permanently summons its adherents, under the name of feasts for the ears, are dismal everyday fare."

- Adorno, Popular Music (25)


To those of us who have never enjoyed Vanilla Ice save with irony this may come as a surprise; he was popular music once. The success of rap/hip hop as an original outgrowth of inner city discontent and racial frustration with systemic injustices (to do the scene gross injustice and rob it of all it's vitality) led to popular music labels trying to reproduce within their own formula that which was original in rap.

If I may, I will indulge myself in some tongue and cheek close reading, Vanilla, despite being a delicious flavor, carries the figurative connotation of being plain, consumable. When something is described as vanilla, like in software circles when you say you are using a vanilla version of Mozilla, you are saying that it is unadorned. No extra flavor, no spice, as it were. Ice, of course, is considered cold as well as plain and unadorned. Someone who is icy does not have an affect, they are not lively or vivacious. So, Vanilla Ice is the unadorned unlively repetition of the highly adorned and highly lively aspects of an encroaching music, he was the turning of rap/hip hop into popular music. His presence, his repetition of tropes but abandonment of what made them meaningful, made rap music safely consumeable.

Word to your mothers, Birney out.

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