I’m finally back (yay)! I’ve got so much good news, but I think we need to wrap up the month of October with the AOTM real quick before we dive into new information. And, yes, I found some decent French rap (so proud).
Okay. I’m not going to lie and say that the French music videos are extraordinary. Even translated they don’t make sense to me.
I had this argument with my host family, and I’m not really sure how it started anyway. They asked me what French music I liked, and I remember saying, “Well…Zaz.” They continued to ask me and I then began listing people like Maître Gims. However, they corrected me and said that he’s actually Canadian, and he doesn’t always count because he sometimes sings in English.
But that’s about 5% of the time.
French rap is ridiculously cool. Like I’ve said before, in my opinion, almost everything sounds better in French. Beautiful, epic, sophisticated, anything. But the language itself isn’t as “flat” and intonations and tones play a very different role in conversation and music. Listening to music is honestly one of the best ways to learn a new language. It’s definitely one of the hardest ways, but it is so worth it. Rap, especially, involves the play of a lot of slang words, which is good for conversation practice. However, some rap, like the song “ABCD, are incredibly fast. So you have to listen to it over and over again. Try singing along. To be honest, it’s not going to be easy and it’s going to get extremely tiring. Yet your vocab bank is going to expand tremendously.
Oh and by the way. Maître Gims isn’t even Canadian. He’s from the Congo.
ABCD is released from one of his very new albums. A lot of his famous stuff is on “Subliminal” album, which are also very good. But it’s always good to stay up to beat, huh?
Does he have an ulterior meaning like the other artists I talk about? Hm…perhaps. The great thing about rap is that it can be seen as a form of urban poetry; they have different meanings to different people. If you’re well-versed in urban culture, this type of rap may have a heavier impact on you. Yet, if you’re not, then maybe you’re just bopping to the side and listening to the tunes just for appreciation-sakes, which is also totally fine.
I find most of Maître Gims’ songs to be societally challenging. Most of them concern race and the mistreatment-slash-misunderstanding of his own self-identity. Am I reading too much into it? Well, yeah, perhaps. But at the same time, that’s the greatness of rap. That’s how I view American rap, like Kendrick Lamar. I appreciate it, but I don’t think I quite get it. My favorite songs of his happen to be the angrier ones, actually, which make me want to scream my head off and rock hard (could you imagine me doing that?). While I was in Caen this weekend, I actually walked to the top of a castle wall at 7:30 in the morning and listened to a string of angry songs by Maître Gims.
Now don’t you wish you could live like that?
Maybe you can! And maybe you have a different interpretation of his songs. Comment below and let me know! I have the song lyrics in English below (Google translate ftw because I don’t get some of the slang).
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