Daniel Cano
The minute the Super Bowl half-time kicked off, I raised the TV volume, sat back, and got ready for the show. Like everybody else, I knew I’d be watching a rap extravaganza, but how they’d unfold it was anybody’s guess. Could it hold up to past Super Bowl half-time shows?
Dre started out,
his back to the camera, working the sound board like he was captain of the
Enterprise. He stood, hands outstretched, a savior. From a corner came Snoop
Dog, his suave movements, not the strutting, high-stepping, robotic movements
of many rappers. No, Snoop is smooth, laid back, like…hey! Like an old-school
cholo, cool, swaying, elbows out, hands clasped, a dance meditation, a
modernized pachuco-shuffle.
I scanned the set and my eyes settled on the lowered ’62 and ’64 Chevys, shiny, as if they’d rolled right off the show room floor, Tupac’s “California Love” perfectly setting the tone. Then I thought, though I’ve seen low riders in many rapper videos, they didn't originate in Compton, Watts, or Willow Brook, but in East L.A. San Fernando, L.A,'s westside--Los Angeles, the country's car capital. We lacked behind every other urban center in public transportation, so we took to our cars.
Since Mexicans/Chicanos started
moving into South L.A. and Compton in the late ‘70s, early 80s (the latest census shows Compton almost70%, Latino), are low-riders a metaphor for the blending
of two cultures?
I started
thinking about the latest cultural concept “cultural appropriation vs. cultural
appreciation,” and I watched the show more closely. I’m not a rap fanatic, but
I take-a-listen when I’m in the mood, so when my favorite rapper Kendrick Lamar
popped up out of a multitude of dyed blonde male dancers, I noticed everybody
was wearing khakis, like 1960’s Chicano cholos, even the choreography reminded
me of Chicano dance-steps, back in the day.
The car, Chicanos, and khakis, West L.A. circa 1955 |
Is rap culture closely
tied to old-school pachuquismo, albeit a hipper, updated version? Is it a blending
of many cultures, I mean, Mary J. Blige and all of Kendrick Lamar’s dancers as
blondes, appreciation or appropriation of northern European women, Swedes, Danes,
and Swiss?
Appropriation is
exploiting a culture, like raping it of its finest parts. Appreciation is taking
from a culture respectfully, with no intent to offend or disrespect. I heard a popular country singer recently say he
added rap intonations to some of his songs because he appreciated the melodies
and beats and thought they’d go perfectly in his music. When the listener asked
how the singer even knew about rap the singer answered something like he doesn’t
live in a box, American music influences, like rap, soul, metal, are
everywhere, even in the deep south.
I remember waiting
at a stop light, my windows down. I heard the bass thumping of car speaker at
high volume pulling up beside me. I expected to see a souped-up Honda Accord,
tinted windows. No way. This is Los Angeles, U.S. of A. The vehicle that pulled
up was a high, big-tired, 4x4 pickup, a guy inside with a red face, full beard,
a cowboy hat, work tools in the truck’s bed, and he was blasting Tupac, obscenities galore. Sometimes
I think Americans are more alike than different.
Back in the early
2000s, the Los Angeles Times published a series of articles on the
violence in South Central L.A. high schools between black and brown students,
hinting at a race war. It all started with a fight between an African American
kid and a Mexican kid. Many of the students in my community college class lived in that area.
When I asked them about it, they said the newspaper "sucked." The reporter made
it sound like the two ethnic groups couldn’t live next to each other. That was
wrong.
A Mexican student
said many Mexican and Central American families have been living side-by-side with black families their entire lives. Why didn’t
the newspapers do a series about kids in both cultures playing ball, hanging
out at the park, riding bikes, visiting each other’s home, sharing meals, or being
there for each other when one family needed help. It’s only when there is
friction the media gets interested.
The kids fighting
in school didn’t like each other, and their friends took sides. Sure, there are
kids, and some families, who try making everything about race, but they’re the minority. The fight
wasn’t about race but about two guys who didn’t like each other.
Many Baby Boom
Chicanos and their kids grew up listening to the iconic “Oldies.” The majority
of artists who sang oldies were African American, the Impressions, Sam Cooke, Jackie
Wilson, Little Anthony, or the Shirelles. Art Laboe’s dances at the El Monte
Legion Stadium were filled with young Chicanos listening to a night of music
headlined by groups of mostly black, oldies' artists.
Early Chicano car culture, Brentwood barrio, circa 1930 |
You didn’t find
many Chicano homes in the 1960s or ‘70s without an album by the Temptations,
Supremes, Four Tops, or Marvin Gay. Music goes deep. You can hear the influence
of soul and blues music, among other genres, in bands like Los Lobos, Tierra,
Santana, even the early work of Lalo Guerrero, the boogie era, appropriation or appreciation?
What about Tex-Mex,
Little Joe, the Texas Tornadoes, Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, Cannibal and
the Headhunter, Thee Midniters, the Sir Douglas Quintet, Question Mark and the
Mysterians, or today’s country bands who hire Flaco Jimenez to add some Mexican
zest to their music with his accordion? I even heard local mariachi belt out
Motown tunes. Appropriation or Appreciation?
America, in all
its cultural complexities, is, paradoxically, a representation of many cultures
and of one. In Catholic school, I was taught for twelve years by Irish nuns,
priests, and brothers. I not only have an affinity to everything Irish, especially
the accent and music, sometimes I even see myself as Irish. Fortunately, I
always saw my teachers as tough but fair, and, yes, some loving, when they had
to be.
So, as Dre and Snoop
Dog began rapping and swaying to Dre’s music from the Chronic, I sensed a
familiarity to the music and African American street culture. I recalled my
black friends in the military, guys who had my back, then my Good ‘ol Boy
friends from the Arkansas and West Virginia, Italians and Poles from Chicago,
and New York, race or ethnicity not a factor, and I appreciated our humanity,
as well as our, always expanding, culture--American culture, and I realized even Rap belongs to all of us.
It's "Marvin Gaye", not "Marvin Gay." :-)
ReplyDeleteBTW, the Texas Tornados members may be old guys but they are not technically an oldies groups since they started recording in 1989.
As for Flaco, he has been playing with Anglo musicians since he hooked up with Ry Cooder in 1976 in the album "Chicken Skin Music." (Its cover, both front and back are paintings by Kenny Price, a well-known artist who used Mexican themes in a lot of his ceramic works.) Flaco and his band then went on a world tour with Cooder resulting in the LP "Show Time," which includes Michael's alleged FOB Chicano anthem "Volver, volver" as the second track on Side B. Here's the rola: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7EVCBiOnwo (and, yes, you can hear some vatos hollering in the background)