My daughter makes up her own songs. While this isn’t peculiar for a 2-year-old, it’s the uncanny rhyme schemes and subject matter that I find strange. She narrates her life experiences (morning routines make a regular appearance) and arranges it along new rhythm patterns. Yes, all parents think their offspring as special, but hear me out.
I got to her early with in utero listening sessions of RHCP and the Smashing Pumpkins to get a solid grounding in funk, melody and songwriting.
After birth came lessons in flow from Notorious B.I.G., Eminem and a conscious decision to push more female rappers. Iggy Azaelia and K. Flay were the most obvious for the whole strong female character vibe I try to brainwash spawn with.
I’ve found that no other genre strikes the same balance between great technique and flexible rules. Despite what the grammar nazis say, English is constantly evolving and bends with the populace. As long as people are being understood, the language is doing its job.
Rap music then allows the child to hear the magic of word play and break free from the strict version that gets taught in books. It also adds context with rhythm techniques and conceptual thinking. Spawn, for instance now knows that she can manipulate a rhyme by emphasising syllables – which is a big deal for a 2-year-old, whatever class you come from.
The downside though is that she swears like a sailor, actively practicing her pronunciation of the word “fuck” to maximise impact. And while I’m okay with naughty words not being taboo in my house, and she’s been wise enough to only use fuck in private with me and the wife, the wife is not happy at all. To be fair there was a church incident that could’ve been quite embarrassing for other parents.
While I’m certain that exposing spawn to rap music from a young age will serve her well in the language classroom, I’m also have a well prepared argument for when I inevitably get called in by her teachers to address her cursing. But that’s a story for another day