Kanye West is the "No. 1 rock star on the planet" -- and monkeys fly.
Perhaps I am just an old fart, but this claim by West is comical.
Hip hop had its place in our musical evolution. I digged some of the early lyrics that screamed the pain of inner-city injustice, but the current commercial crap called hip hop is a plain old catalyst to violence and female demean.
Seriously, there is a finite number of poetic turns that rhyme with "bitch" and I feel it has been reached and surpassed.
My challenge and plea to the up and coming musical artist: Be unique. Make us cry and dance. Change the world in song to a better place. Listen to a little John Lennon and make a difference. You can call it hip hop, rock or whatever you want, but make it worthwhile; the stage is yours.
My solution: Pull up your pants and put focus on the song instead of your underwear (Miley Cyrus included). Granted, I get the youth jumping on the bandwagon and having their pants hanging off their bottoms; I wore parachute pants in the '80s. I digress.
Give us a song that gets us through the day, soothes a broken and sorrowed heart, and most importantly celebrates life. Let's face it, life is short and cruel on its own merit, so realize the positive influence music potentially has at our homes as well as our neighbors'.