Promiscuous Anglerfish: David Bowie vs. Kanye West

by Mark Asch • May 21, 2009

There are several ways we might go about demonstrating that hip-hop, not rock (or country, or old-time folk, or jazz, or blues, or chamber, or orchestral classical music, or opera, or musical theater, or mainstream radio pop, or whatever else you might name as a world unto itself), is the dominant form of today's American popular music. We might demonstrate it via an example as significant as hip-hop's lyrics, which speak for the nation the way rock used to. (There is a straight line leading from Buddy Holly's "My love bigger than a Cadillac" to Biggie's "Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay"—the desire for size, appreciation, and material goods, belted out in primal grammar. Revivalists like the Hold Steady approach arena legacy, but their songs are about that tradition, not part of it.) Or we might demonstrate it via an example as mundane as the fact that a twentysomething douchebag like Asher Roth feels most comfortable using rap, not backwards-baseball-cap-party-band music, as the vehicle for his frat-tastic boasts. But the way we will go about demonstrating this premise here is by noting how hip-hop now does what rock used to do: Namely, absorb all the lesser genres it comes in contact with, in much the same way a male anglerfish is absorbed into the bloodstream of the larger female with which it copulates.

There used to be rappers invited to drop by and lend some novelty to rock songs (KRS-One on "Radio Song", remember?); now rappers have little guitarist catamites that they carry around like itsy bitsy dogs in sweaters (Lil Wayne with Kevin Rudolf, for instance). But I'm talking less about head-to-head dominance than relative gravitational force. In its origins as a collage of samples, hip-hop has an undeniable advantage here; still, note how we've gone from horn loops to undisguised lifts, like in Flo Rida's frankensteined '80s one-hit-wonder "Right Round." But the clearest way to make this point is with an SAT-style analogy:

Rock : Hip-hop :: David Bowie : Kanye West.

David Bowie was, and still probably is, rock's great changeling, starting out as a folkie in a frock, getting psychedelic and stargazing, bringing in Mick Ronson for power chords, glamming up, delving into Brecht-and-Weill cabaret pop, and that's just the early '70s. But it was more than just the chameleonic role-playing—the Thin White Duke just kept ingesting music, making it a part of his discography, and thus, because of his rock star status, demanding that his influences be taken seriously as rock. (And demanding that a dramatic cycle—the "rock opera"—be taken for granted as a natural structure for three-minute pop songs.) He revived a garage-rocker's career, made some blue-eyed soul records, and then, when the coke caught up to him, listened to some Brian Eno, chilled out, and made the Berlin Trilogy. Hoo boy, the Berlin trilogy. Ambient or otherwise experimental music's texture and krautrock's inscrutable rigor—it's still a head trip. And it cleared Bowie's mindset so right that he spent most of the '80s knocking out assured dance-pop hits, bringing aboard a rotating cast of comparatively short-lived (career-wise) stars to make the records glitter. Those of us who grew up on '90s alternative radio have strong memories of Bowie's dalliance with Trent Reznor, but aside from his industrial buzz bin, he saw a lot of stuff coming, particularly the futuristic placelessness of dance music. (Not really surprising.) Now, aside from the occasional experimental one-off—no more planting a flag in a genre and claiming it for the rock canon—he mostly patronizes indie rockers like Arcade Fire and Secret Machines.

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