The life & times of Brown Sugar...

One day while on another i-can't-wait-to-get-home vacation with my parents, something interesting happen. Well, I wouldn't exactly say "interesting." We were on our way back to MI. We stopped in Nashville, TN....as usual. You see, both my parents went to TSU. This is where they met. No matter what, my dad finds a way to drive through Nashville to show me where he met my mama at the bus stop on Jefferson St. Where HE stayed. Where SHE stayed. blah, blah, blah. We stopped to eat at Sweats....we stopped to eat at Mary's BBQ. I mean, we go through this to and from our destination. I'm not kidding. So you can imagine, I eventually got tired of hearing the same ole stories. Not that it mattered anyway. He was unstoppable. Anyway, we were at the hotel in Nashville. I was laying on the bed listening to my Walkman. NWA's "Fuck da police" was blaring in my ears. Oh...I don't know if I ever mentioned this. Both of my parents were police officers. **Sidenote** Who would have thought that I too would become a police officer? Not me. I'm a good ole Police Detective now. Interesting, huh? Who'd a thunk it?!? LOL Again....not me. **end sidenote** Ok...well. My dad asked, rather, told me to go get some ice. I took my headphones off, put them on the bed and left the room. Ice bucket in hand. Well, upon my return to the room, my dad was looking at me all crazy n' shit. Then he went off. "What in THE hell are you listening to? Huh? Fuck the police?!? FUCK the police?!? Fuck me and your mama?!?" Boy....I thought I'd never hear the end of that. Plus, I had PREVIOUSLY got in trouble not too long before our vacation because I was listening to Luke Skyywalker's, "Heeeey we want some pu**y!" FYI - - I didn't want no damn pu**y! Thank.you.very.much. I just liked to shake my ass to the music. That's all it was with me. I never was into what was actually being said. I was like that then and come to think of it, I'm still like that. If a song has a funky ass beat and tends to make me want to shake my rump....then dammit it henceforth becomes, "my jam" and that's all she wrote. I don't care how vulgar it may be. I ought to be shamed, huh? Well...I'm not. Anywho....that's why my dad took it upon himself to see what I was listening to at that point. I had already been busted listening to some EXPLICIT LYRICS: PARENTS BE ADVISED! Seems I didn't learn my lesson, eh? That was damn near 17 years ago. GOT.DAMN! That seems like ages!!! Although, I can remember it like it was yesterday.
With all the "vulgar"music of today, I couldn't help but think of that particular incident. A lot of folks say that the music of today effects our children in a negative way. Sometimes I agree and sometimes I don't. Only because, I too was once one of those kids who listened to the vulgar, profane music. Hell I still do. I think it all comes down to the individual. For one, I was able to (still am able to) differentiate right from wrong. But now we have "crunk and head bussa" type of music in addition to the vulgar, profane music. Mugs be wildin' out! I've seen kids around here act one way and then when some "crunk, head bussa" music comes on....boy....you better watch out. They become out of control! So I don't know. Should we blame the music or the individual?