Sunday, August 9, 2009

Rapper Mom

Today, I woke up to rap music and smiled. Now, I'm not at all musically inclined. I can neither sing nor play a musical instrument. But something about a melody just moves me.

Last year, on a whim, I accompanied my two teenage daughters, with a friend and her daughter, to a rap concert. Yes, catch your breath, a T.I./Young Gunz concert. Shut your mouth!

I admit it. At a hundred and one years old, I do enjoy listening to rap music. It's hard to explain, but somehow I drop the "P" in prude and add a "C". Sometimes, I even allow it to stand alone, as I accept the "rude" rap, with its contagious, off-the hook beat.

I think rappers are clever little shrews, who've taken "oldies, but goodies", and mixed them, then looped them into rap music, with just enough of the beat to maintain the song's integrity. And for whatever reason, I find myself snapping my fingers and singing along to the radio and that's how I found myself at a rap concert last summer.

Originally, I was to be no more than an invisible chauffer, but then came the announcement that there would be a surprise guest. The lights went low, the crowd of teenagers hooted and hollered and then, BLAM!

He walked onto the stage and I lost my mind. Figuratively & literally, I lost my cotton picking, ever loving, mind! It was as if, I were 15 years old again. It was as if I was at a Beatles concert! I screamed feverishly and jumped up and down, then whooped and hollered some more. And that's when I noticed my two daughters, who had stopped cheering and now faced me and in unison they exclaimed:

In that nanosecond, I smiled. What else was a mother to do? Then, not wanting to miss one moment of the concert, I pointed at the stage and screamed again. And my girls, having gotten over their initial shock, forgave my transgression.

Over the past year, I’ve had to endure the retelling of that story at family gatherings. Sometimes, it’s nice to let your hair down and have fun. I love all kinds of music, from pop to R&B, from classical to jazz and yes, even elevator music, but rap music will always have a very special place in my heart. Because, it’s given me a wonderful memory, a moment shared with my daughters at a rap concert.

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