Turn on a pop radio station today and you're likely to get an earful of stupidity. I don't mean the kind of innocent dumb pop song of the old days. I mean songs that glorify lust and greed stupidly.
One of the biggest radio hits right now is Nelly's song "Grillz," all about the goofy new rapper trend of "grills," diamond-encrusted dentures over a full set of teeth, like the one worn by his rapping partner on the song, a white "artist" named Paul Wall. At its low point, Nelly urges the audience to "rob da jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill."
For lust and greed, it's hard to top "My Humps," by the Black Eyed Peas. The man in the song asks what his lady's going to do with "all that junk" in her trunk. She replies she will get him "love drunk on my hump ... my lovely lady lumps." Why seduce him? For greed. She lists the fashionably expensive brands he will buy her: Dolce and Gabbana, Fendi and Donna Karan, and jeans by Seven and True Religion. Those designer-label jeans at fancy department stores go for $175 to $300 a pair. It's what stupid people buy.
But there's competition from the new song from B4L called "Laffy Taffy," which has all the usual oral-sex metaphors (I won't bother with examples), and the chorus asks the girl to shake her "laffy taffy" about eight times in every chorus. It's infected with a serious case of stupid.
But the dumbest rapper of the new year is Kanye West, who is boldly going to that final frontier of egomania, the Jesus comparison. He's pictured on the cover of the new Rolling Stone magazine with a crown of thorns on his head and blood on his face, a persecuted martyr. The cover reads "The Passion of Kanye West." That's pretty bold for a millionaire superstar rapper. Perhaps it's a crucifixion at the hands of people who took issue with him -- how dare they! -- for ruining a Red Cross TV hurricane fundraiser with his wild, divisive bleatings about white racism, soldiers shooting at blacks, and President Bush's disdain for black people.