According to my coworker, her son is very talented musically, quoting the number of songs he has written, regaling me at great lengths how he writes, produces, and sings his own work, and how wonderful he is at all the above. She even whipped out a CD to play a demo.

I listened, I strained to understand what he was speaking.

That’s right, speaking. For not one musical note could I hear coming from his mouth. Yeah it had a beat to it but I don’t consider it music. There wasn’t even any music in the background, just a beat.

I can tell I’m getting old. I just don’t get rap. But then neither does Bill O’Reilly cause one rapper, Ludacris, really pisses him off. And although she says her son does it, I am blissfully unaware of rapping for God.

A Jesus freak rapper, the horror!

Oh, and according to her rap music is good as it’s message is to teach and uplift. Someone needs to tell that to Bill O’Reilly. Me, if I want to be uplifted, I’ll listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, not rap music.

My ears! Save me, time for some real music.