So I reluctantly stumbled upon Bill Cosby’s rap album and got inspired to write a letter to the good doctor. Here, read.
I see what you’re trying to do over there. You think you’re slick, but I see you. Trying to be “hip” and getting on Twitter and putting out promos on Vimeo and uStream like all the cool kids do these days. Yeah, thought we didn’t notice, but we see you. You, sir, are trying to be the change you want to see in the world, just like Mahatma Ghandi suggested. And I for one think it’s adorable.
However, if I may, I have two more of my pennies to impart on the issue. There is a fundamental problem with the approach you are taking which is this. You are trying to be the change you want to see in a world you do not belong to. Your influence on my culture (Hip-Hop) is neither advisory and super-visionary. You fall in the same space as the first word on the black and white sticker on 99% of my CD’s (and cassettes, if you will). “Parental.” But because you are The Cos and as such are larger than life, you will be crowned “Grand.” Grand-Parental, that is.
For that reason, how you speak to me should be how my grandparents would. At least, that is how I would perceive and receive your word, sir. Ergo, should you attempt to show up with your hat flipped backwards and the left leg on your sweatpants bandana’ed below your knee, I think I would laugh and disregard you. Because you are not my peer. You are not my older brother. You are not my uncle. To a 20 something year old gent like myself that grew on Hip-Hop, you are Grand-Parental at best. You are up there with the Nelson Mandela’s and Maya Angelou’s of the world, but in a lesser degree (with all due respect).
As such, your word, uncoated, uncloaked and uncostumed is all I really care to hear. There is a huge likelihood it will get dismissed. But it will be respected and entertained if properly presented.
Otherwise…well. Once you take the respect out of it, you leave me typing letters. Solely to avoid mocking this ridiculous attempt at changing a culture that has deeper more corrupt roots than American politics simply by sprinkling fairy dust on it. This is not the way to go, methinks.
See. No flarn, filth or flarn-flarn-filth-flarn. I don’t think there’s any on the album either. If you care to give it a listen, by all means.
Bill Cosby Presents the Cosnarati: State of Emergency drops November 24th.
Sidebar: I imagined getting mugged by the Cosnarati is like getting beaten to death by a giant marshmallow.