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So I registered at Affenknecht on the advice of a few Rammfriends. Um. Well. It certainly is less regimented than Rosenrot, which is lorded over by a pretentious little Napoleon who thinks her worldview is the only one that matters, but that's not necessarily a great thing. I have never, ever seen so much vitriol heaped upon a musician's children, particularly Merlin Beeson Kruspe.
Yes, he and Khira seem incredibly impressed with themselves for being Richard's progeny, and though I've never visited either of their Facebook or Myspace pages, others have said that Khira delights in looking down her nose at some of her father's more earnest, starry-eyed fans. That's unfortunate, but that doesn't mean that anyone deserves to be called Merlin the Forest Idiot or "an embarrassment to his poor father" for the dastardly crime of...liking rap. Really? Just because he has no discernible interest in his father's music, he deserves to be kicked out of the house and disowned for being a gangsta wannabe? Really, fen? Really? And fans wonder why the objects of their blinkered affections exert a great deal of effort to shield their children and loved ones from them.
I think most rap is so much blooping, bleating macho, misogynistic posturing by vacuous titweasels compensating for a lack of true self-esteem or junk in the trunk, but I would never unilaterally categorize anyone who listens to it as a disappointment or an embarrassment. Maybe Merlin listens to it as a form of rebellion against his rock-god dad, or maybe it appeals to his testosterone-flooded adolescent brain. It is not, however, grounds for such a ruthless dogpile from Internet troglodytes riddled with their own shortcomings.
And on a related note, if the rumor of Richard agreeing to collaborate with Rakim because Khira asked him to is true, then it makes me respect him as a human being that much more, because it humanizes him. My dad was a macho redneck manly man who never compromised his principles and didn't believe in buying useless junk. But if I told him I wanted blackberries, my father would climb into the thorny bracken of the berry patch in his cutoff shorts and pick berries until he'd filled a five gallon bucket. He'd cuss and bitch and swear, and when he was done, he'd be cut to ribbons, but his baby had more blackberries than he could eat. Richard working with Rakim to please Khira is like that, only without the bleeding. And it's awesome.
Though I'm not sure what to make of the gossip that Richard got all butthurt because he wasn't acknowledged in the liner notes to the album and demanded that all footage of the collaboration be erased, thus scuttling a planned reality special. I can understand the hurt, I guess, and Richard has always struck me as a bit of a diva flouncer, but that seems excessive.
Yes, he and Khira seem incredibly impressed with themselves for being Richard's progeny, and though I've never visited either of their Facebook or Myspace pages, others have said that Khira delights in looking down her nose at some of her father's more earnest, starry-eyed fans. That's unfortunate, but that doesn't mean that anyone deserves to be called Merlin the Forest Idiot or "an embarrassment to his poor father" for the dastardly crime of...liking rap. Really? Just because he has no discernible interest in his father's music, he deserves to be kicked out of the house and disowned for being a gangsta wannabe? Really, fen? Really? And fans wonder why the objects of their blinkered affections exert a great deal of effort to shield their children and loved ones from them.
I think most rap is so much blooping, bleating macho, misogynistic posturing by vacuous titweasels compensating for a lack of true self-esteem or junk in the trunk, but I would never unilaterally categorize anyone who listens to it as a disappointment or an embarrassment. Maybe Merlin listens to it as a form of rebellion against his rock-god dad, or maybe it appeals to his testosterone-flooded adolescent brain. It is not, however, grounds for such a ruthless dogpile from Internet troglodytes riddled with their own shortcomings.
And on a related note, if the rumor of Richard agreeing to collaborate with Rakim because Khira asked him to is true, then it makes me respect him as a human being that much more, because it humanizes him. My dad was a macho redneck manly man who never compromised his principles and didn't believe in buying useless junk. But if I told him I wanted blackberries, my father would climb into the thorny bracken of the berry patch in his cutoff shorts and pick berries until he'd filled a five gallon bucket. He'd cuss and bitch and swear, and when he was done, he'd be cut to ribbons, but his baby had more blackberries than he could eat. Richard working with Rakim to please Khira is like that, only without the bleeding. And it's awesome.
Though I'm not sure what to make of the gossip that Richard got all butthurt because he wasn't acknowledged in the liner notes to the album and demanded that all footage of the collaboration be erased, thus scuttling a planned reality special. I can understand the hurt, I guess, and Richard has always struck me as a bit of a diva flouncer, but that seems excessive.