As I pulled into my space in the parking lot of the East Oakland junior high school where I sometimes substitute teach, I had a casette tape of a song I had just recorded playing in my car stereo. I was a few minutes early, and it was a nice day, so I sat there for a minute while the song ended, and I got to thinking: “Man, this is some really good stuff. I’ve never heard another rapper who’s as good as I am!” It felt so good. I’m not always the religious type, but I know when to give it up for the big man upstairs, so I said “O, my Lord, thank you for blessing me with my poetical genius and my prodigious dancing talent.”
The song ended, so I popped the cassette out of the stereo, turned off the car, and headed into the school, trying to figure out how to turn this newfound confidence into a lesson for my students. I decided that I could make a lesson plan out of an analogy between dance and hard work in the business world, so when I got to the classroom I put the tape into a boombox and cranked it. “Everybody get out of your seats” I said. “To start, I want you to grab a fly girl and start dancing.”
The class responded better than I could have hoped, and I knew it was because the beat of my song was so infectious. Of course I had borrowed some of the music from Rick James, but the words were all mine and I knew that was what really made it great. “None of you are as good as I am at this,” I explained to the class, “but I think you can learn something from it nonetheless. It’s all about putting on a good show, but you also have to work hard. What do you think it’s going to take to write a song that burns up the charts in the 1990s?”
One of my students raised his hand and said something about “having the right connections” but I cut him off. “Connections are good,” I said, “but really you have to work hard, or you might as well quit. A wise man once said you have to ‘go with the funk’ and I think he was probably right, but just remember that if you decide to go into the music business you’ll have to compete with me, and I don’t think you can.”
“But someday you’ll stop recording, and the next generation will get its chance, right?” asked one of my students.
Looking around at the ineptitude of the dancing I was seeing, I smiled to myself and said “Why would I ever stop doing this? You guys just aren’t any good! Look at me, though—I’ve performed in a couple of different clubs in the Bay Area, and once when I was on vacation in Great Britain I was a big hit at a karaoke night in a London club! By all means, keep trying, but I’m performing at a level that realistically you’ll never be able to touch.”
And with that, I stopped the tape, dismissed the class, and grooved my way back out to my car, which had been overheating in the sun because I forgot to leave the windows open a little.