Music Monday w/Anna: 21Savage, ATL Music scene & a brief history of Trap Music for Mom

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By: Anna O’Leary

I once read a Business Insider article that talked about how the United States can be broken up into 11 entirely different cultures and thus nations. One area where It seems America is falling short, is in encouraging our youth to travel amongst the states. To experience those different cultures sights, sounds and peoples that broaden our perspective and enhance our lives. Aside from spring break trips to Vegas, Miami, or maybe a family vacation to LA or Hawaii, most Americans don’t venture out much. The deep south is one of those places I did not experience growing up in the PNW. I have however had what you could call an obsession with the rap culture, that stems from the south, since I started burning mixed cd’s for my Toyota when I was 16. On Wednesday, at The Wiltern in L.A., I saw 21 Savage on his Issa Tour. He brought out the 6GOD himself to first play the Drake 21 collab “Sneakin”, and then a couple of other Drake songs that are blurry because I was there to go Savage Mode. What is neat about 21 is his ability to describe extreme violence and danger with a notable lack of emotion, as this is just another part of his culture…because it is. With Metro Boomin on the track he had L.A. lit.

 

Whether you are mildly obsessed with, or adamantly opposed to drug culture in hip-hop, the trap does not care. For those who aren’t entirely sure what the trap is I’m going explain in a way I would to my mother, a retired elementary and special needs teacher of 27 years, who prays for me every morning, and is one of my best friends.(But if you were to ask what her favorite song is right now she would reply; “Young, Wild, & Free”, by Wiz ft. Snoop).

 

ATL airport is the largest airport in the world and home of the Spaghetti Junction that connects the entire east coast. This naturally makes Atlanta the drug trafficking Mecca of the east coast. A trap house is a house where they cook up and hide crack cocaine. Take a look at some of the most iconic musicians throughout the decades and you cannot deny that where there have been artists on drugs, there has been music. The trap house is what it is; only one way in and one way out, unless Gucci or Drake find you and your art inspires the masses. You then have an alternate way out. After explaining this, I would open my Soundcloud and set up a queue of the Atlanta, Georgia rappers Gucci, Young Thug, 21 Savage, Three 6 Mafia, Migos, T.I, and Lil Boat. You can’t have the trap without the studio, or without the dope. Oh and weed. You need a lot of weed and Backwoods.

 

An interesting thing about Los Angeles is their hip-hop radio’s dedication to keeping their 90’s hits in circulation. As a millennial female from Seattle, I hardly have a place criticizing the trap, nor do I necessarily want it to change. However, violence isn’t my jam. I would be rattled if one of my favorite ATL rappers caught a lick that ended in their demise. Words have power and I would like to offer up some words of Compton’s own DJ Quik from his banger; “You’z a Ganxta”.

See some don’t realize the power of lyrics
’cause when you rap about death you talkin’ to spirits
You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
or you can say things that make it bad for us all
fix the problem the only way is come to the source
don’t be a Trojan Horse help us change the course
everybody knows that it’s bad in the ‘hood
so check what you rappin’ about if it ain’t to the good
I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
ain’t no gang bangin’ & slangin’ just hangin’ with trues
give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot
like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
What the hell!?
Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.
It’s also dedicated to the little homie from 60’s
that lost his life at that party
Rest in peace y’all
And to MC Eiht when you get yo’ head together maybe we can do a record feel me I’m out
Bang bang [’til fade]

 

 

My name is Anna and I work at an aibnb style hostel in Venice. I grew up in the Seattle area and music has been my source of energy for as long as I can remember. I played piano and bass guitar through high school and developed an affinity for hip-hop at roughly 13 when I discovered The Carter mixtapes.  Follow me on IG @AK_Oleary and keep checking back Mondays for Music & LA event news!

 

 

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