“Lights, Camera, Action.” In the blink of an eye, Twitter was set ablaze with tweets of this year’s homecoming hip-hop concert artist. Rick Ross was announced to be the highlight of SpelHouse Homecoming 2010.
As I rolled my eyes in utter disgust, retweets spread like wildfire. Spelmanites were excited. Men of Morehouse were elated. In an instant, I became befuddled at the overwhelming response such an artist was having on my AUC followers.
Personally, Rick Ross is not my cup of tea. I like people who have some substance behind them. But despite my personal feelings, I couldn’t understand the fascination with the artist. It made no sense to me. We, the Men of Morehouse, like Rick Ross? He is worthy of our money?
Here at Morehouse, we often walk around with a haughty attitude, noses in the sky. It is our belief that we are God’s gift to this world, the most precious resource available. We are greatness and, hence, others are lucky to be in our presence. We even have the keen sense of being able to distinguish a Man of Morehouse from a Clark Atlanta student or West End inhabitant. Somewhere in all of that, I guess we too have an appreciation for the raw talent that is rap.
It must be the Bankhead, Bronx, Chicago, Compton in all of us that makes us want to scream “Big Meech, Larry Hoover.”
Regardless of that however, can we truly say that Rick Ross portrays the image that Morehouse is all too often known for?
From the outset, Ross appears to be one of many artists that have fallen prey to the modern interpretations of hip hop, forgetting the true meaning of a belt. He could benefit from our Appropriate Attire Policy. As of now, being well-dressed is a distant goal.
He could very well be well-spoken. Looking at his lyrics, however, no wonder there must be a radio-edited version of virtually every song he creates.
Too bad it’s a sad reality that Ross does not portray what President Franklin requires of his students.
Maybe that’s why the homecoming website no longer has the names of artists for both the hip-hop and neo-soul concert. The rumor mill turns that President Franklin has stepped in and pulled the plug.
Do recall last year’s hip-hop artist, Lupe Fiasco. He so eloquently portrayed that of being well-spoken by berating a sound technician with profanity. Surely Franklin was not pleased.
It comes down to the fact that Morehouse has an image. We say every day, that if you would not like to partake in that image, you can partake somewhere else. Then why are we allowing someone perhaps the furthest from the image of a Man of Morehouse or Morehouse Man, to grace the stage at Forbes Arena.
If we are going to hold ourselves to a certain standard, why not do the same for the artists that we bring to our campus.