I would give my own child a pretty straight treatment if he listened to the same music as I did as a teenager, writes Iltalehti editor Henna Koste.
At the beginning of the 21st century, Finnish rapes dealt a lot with drugs, violence and suicide. Illustration. AOP
If someone had cut through my playlist in 2005, the shock could have been great. Or it was no secret. I listened to music with and without headphones. The best cryptic rhymes deserved their place in the Irc gallery as captions.
I was wild and social, and my preference for music didn’t really reflect my personality. I listened to a Finnish rapper about self-destruction, violence and drugs. I don’t know how they spoke so loudly to me that I haven’t even tried a cloud to this day.
In many of the songs, the demon-possessed narrator was in such a bad state that he wondered if he was depriving himself of something else.
A coffin dancer A man who tortures angels tells of a toxic relationship, although the description is derogatory. At its “most beautiful,” intimate partner violence describes how “the damn cross-lock rarely lets go of the butterfly,” while later again raping “Consciousness, you hide this s * satan, if someone asks about bruises, it was an accident”.
The same theme was in Verbal Diary of a psychopath – if possible with an even sharper grip.
As an eighth grader, I listened to these without shaking my expression.
Sure, for example, the Lion song Liquor, drugs and violence The name could also indicate that it was not aimed at a 14-year-old.
Not even those I cared for at an even younger age. I sang how the shuttle rushes into Venus and how to get drunk every morning and turn even more. Somehow, however, the themes of these pop and rock songs were so much lighter in proportion that it’s harder to regret getting them in your ears.
Even though I didn’t start living the darkest rap states in reality, they certainly contributed to the normalization of things. So did the girlfriend get laughed at? Maybe then, with a tight spot, things can be resolved by violence as well?
The most amazing thing about it now is how much I ranted an artist named Crazy Scientist Goodbye (Suicide Letters) songs. I would get my own child pretty straight to the treatment if I heard him listen to it.
In a way, the message of the song was that by no means ever do the same to yourself, but the rhymes I still remember also tell a scary story.
I still appreciate the verbal talent of career-breaking rappers and now also social statements. I don’t think the above themes should be addressed at all in music. Sure, I would like a healthier approach or a clearer alter ego. Personally, I was just way too young to deal with what I heard.
However, I got a life guide from a Finnish rapper, on which I still rely.
The point is the Lion Take care of your business “Whatever someone tells me will be with me.”
While the next rhymes will move on to calving and drugs, I will select this piece of my hook. Cliché maybe, but in the seventh grade spring, it bumped into me. I can’t even describe the other points of the song as my life values.
Now my own six-year-old sings about how “he twinks to get a fart” and that “he’s become that crazy ex”, Eastern and Kallen according to the paragraph. What did I learn? Maybe I’m nothing.
Maybe we will avoid major traumas. And if I have any hope, let him listen to different music than I did in my sensitive teens.