Theoretically I have a degree and a day job that makes me an expert in dissecting the swirl of politics and performances that make up the intersection between"black music" and "white music." Indeed, I am giving a paper at AMS in less than a month on just this intersection, albeit in the early 1950s. But I find the idea of saying something new and different about Sasha Frere-Jones's recent New Yorker column on the end of hip-hop totally exhausting. And yet, musicologists should be following this discourse, so here are some links in lieu of analysis:
The original column by Sasha Frere-Jones, "Wrapping Up: A Genre Ages Out"
A few blog entries by SFJ on the subject, including an homage to Greil Marcus.
SFJ's infamous "Paler Shade of White" column from a few years back, and Wayne Marshall's discussion thereof.
An already widely-read response from the guys of Das Racist. (Who have previously quarreled with The New Yorker.
The Myspace page of Freddie Gibbs, SFJ's hip-hop savior.
Pardon me while this musicologist flees back to the security of discussing music written by people who are now mostly dead.
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