“Neither”
“What were you doing in Salt Lake?/why are you going to
Denver?”
You know, normal airplane chit-chat.
“I was here for a concert”
“Oh! The Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert?!” I knew several
friends who went; that’s the world I live in.
“The what…?” he responded.
I might
have guessed that this bling and chain-clad fellow didn't fly in to Temple Square to
hear the Mo-Tab.
“Um… never mind”
“No, I was in a
concert.”
“Oh! Cool! What’s your name? Would I have heard of you?”
I may be the last person in the world who would have heard of them. To fully appreciate the reality of this scene, I have to
give you a background of my musical history and knowledge.
I grew up in show choirs, singing Broadway oldies and pop
songs from the 60s; step-touching and snapping to the beats, in bright, cheesy, and often pleather costumes, and we would perform in places like amusement parks and retirement
homes.
My high school musicals consisted of dancing to "Shoeless Joe from Hannibal, MO,"
being the Fairy Godmother in Cinderella,
and directing a musical about women pioneers.
Right now, I am a member of the BYU Women’s Chorus, where we buzz and trill our way through warm ups, so we can sing Sanctus after Sanctus, and some Beatles’ songs...with ukuleles.
If you put my ipod on shuffle, the first few songs that come
up are: “Cooties” from Hairspray, “The
Picture Show” from Parade, the
overture from the Gilbert and Sullivan Opera, The Gondoliers, and a Cello suite performed by Yo-Yo Ma. I literally
have no artists on my itunes that have been on the radio within the last 15
years.
I am the girl who didn’t know the artist of “I kissed a
girl” until at least 5 months after everyone inadvertently knew every single
lyric; and I didn’t know who Justin Beiber was until his movie came out.
The only rapper I’ve ever heard of is Kayne West and only because
of his debacle with Taylor Swift at that one awards show that one time. And the
only rap song I’ve ever heard more than once in passing was “Where is the Love”
or if you count the middle of “Baby.” Which, I probably shouldn’t count that.
In other words, I clearly know very little--probably nothing actually-- about the popular
culture music scene.
Bone Thugs and Harmony is a very successful rap group. (Some of the other band members' names, just for a fun fact: Layzie Bone, Flesh-n-Bone, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone, and Wish Bone.)
Sloan has been performing for 20 years; he’s given sold-out concerts both with them and as a
solo artist. He was at that moment flying to L.A. (via Denver) to give a
concert that night at midnight. (You know what I was going to be doing at
midnight? Sleeping.)
His band had worked closely with Easy-E and with artists
like 2pac, The Notorious B.I.G., and Big Pun. (For anyone who knows anything about pop culture, those are quite famous people). According to Wikipedia: "The editors of About.com ranked them #12 on their list of the "25 Best Rap Groups of All Time", and MTV called them "the most melodic hip-hop group of all time".
"Bone's style can be described as melodic, yet rapid-fire and gangsta. Their flow is often interwoven at a high-speed Chopper style, melodic pace or slow, harmonic pace... They often describe their style as the 'flip flop flow'"
So I looked them up when I got home. Check out their Grammy-award winning song:
THA CROSSROADS
I told him a little bit about my pathetic musical history,
and I expected him to laugh. He told me there was nothing wrong with my
complete lack-of-pop-music knowledge, but he was a little surprised that I’d
never heard of Easy-E.
“So do you play any instruments, or just Rap?” In my head I’m
thinking, oh no, should I have said
sing? Was it offensive to assume all he does is rap? Oh shoot! Is it
offensive to think that rapping isn’t singing? Is it considered singing? Dear
goodness. Shut up, brain.
Luckily, like I said, Sloan was very nice, and understanding
of my ignorance. “I just sing, and write. I wanna learn how to play the piano
though. Like legit play. You should teach me!”
Here was a Grammy-winning artist, a man who’s sold over 50
million records, and he’s asking me
to teach him how to play the piano!
That's worth at least 10 points of coolness.
We talked for the whole plane ride. My life has been full of cheerful, corny costumes and musicals, and he has been through more
than I could possibly imagine having to deal with. A few of the stories he told
me: both his parents passed away when he was young, he was once shot 5 times;
he’s seen an audience-member get hit with a mic during a concert (that one was
more funny than tragic); he stopped drinking to help his brother quit. And he
whole-heartedly believes in God. A famous artist for most of his life, and yet
a wonderfully humble and kind man.
As a gesture of friendship, when the plane started its descent, Sloan told me his real name. I feel privileged to know such hidden information.
He said, “You can tell people:
‘Ya, I know Sloan Bone. But to me, he’s just Damon.’"
So cool! Tell that one to your future kids.
ReplyDeleteYour posts make me happy :) You should get his number...
ReplyDeletehe got MINE. and texted me. SO ya. i've got sloan bone's number. NBD.
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