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On "Afri-coast," local rapper Yirim Seck paints an excellent self-portrait: "I'm six-one in height, young in my prime/If you're curious, Aries be my zodiac sign/Hair faded, lookin' plush/With all the right lines/Brown eyes, pearly white teeth/Never mind my size/I'm a skinny brotha, weight about one-six-five/And it's my pride like a time bomb/That ticks inside/It keeps me movin'..."
Yirim Seck is 28, was born in Seattle, and is second-generation Senegalese. Hear Me Out is his debut album, and on the flyer for its record-release party, Seck wears a leather-and-bead necklace with a pendant of Africa. This artifact takes us all the way back to the Afrocentric moment in hiphop: Queen Latifah, X Clan, Poor Righteous Teachers. From this distant past rise the phantoms of Schoolly D's Am I Black Enough for You? ("Are you somebody?/You are damn right I'm somebody") and Jungle Brothers' Done by the Forces of Nature.
Stranger Personals
But Yirim Seck's raps are not on the Afrocentric tip. They are all about his life in this city, his closest friends, his difficulties with the law, his love for his family. There is no anger or major political gripe in his work. He wears the African pendant mostly because he identifies with the music and mood of that mode of hiphop (more about this in a moment).
When I met Seck a few days ago (and he looks exactly like his self-portrait on "Afri-coast"), I asked him who his biggest influences were. "For me," he said without a second thought, "it's instrumentals. That is what I like most, instrumentals. That's the kind of thing my parents played when I was growing up—Roy Ayers, Thelonious Monk, that sort of thing."
I was a bit mystified by this answer. How can instrumentals inspire a rapper? A hiphop producer, yes; a language artist, no. But after listening to Seck's album six or so times, I have come to understand what he means. Seck's raps cannot be separated from his beats. The unity of his rap meter and phrasing with the beats is so complete that each track has the feel of an instrumental, of pure music.
Back in 1998, K Records released one of the most important local hiphop compilations of that decade, Classic Elements. Tracks like Arson's "Back Home" (the slick ancestor of Jake One's recent track "Home"), Black Anger's "Third Eye," and Blak's "Only When I'm High"—all were classical in the hiphop sense. Meaning they approached hiphop not as something new but as something solid, something with a tradition, a history, an essence, an ethic. Between '89 and '94, between Def Jam and Death Row, between Hank Shocklee and Jay Dee, hiphop achieved a state of stability, a certain groundedness. This was its sound: beats that pounded boom-bap pattern; lots of space between the beats; samples that were spare, melodious, and drawn from jazz, soul, blues, and classical music; and raps that were more smooth than complicated, more measured than manic. Seck, a 21st-century rapper, continues the classical tradition of hiphop.
Hear Me Out is hiphop with no tricks, no special effects, no dependency on R&B hooks. Not one track sticks out; all are kept within the same mood (somber, thoughtful, reflective) and register (simple, minimal, melodic). At the center of the work is the jewel "Three MC's RIP," a hiphop elegy in the tradition of Intelligent Hoodlum's "Grand Groove," Pete Rock & C. L. Smooth's "T.R.O.Y. (They Reminisce Over You)," and Gang Starr's "In Memory of..." With great warmth, Seck raps about three rappers (Larae Brown, Papa Jona, Young Raw) who have passed away: "Something about G that I can't quite touch/Though I know he had fam that he loved so much/I'm like, yeah, JO, man talk that stuff/Unlike you, a lot of niggaz couldn't talk that tough/Rough around the edges with the smoothest swag/When he bust he had the kickback of a four-four mag/I remember thinking, Iese, yo don't flash/Along with a lot of folks, now I'm so, so sad..." (The track is produced Phil Baum, who, along with Darius Emadi, made most of the beats on Hear Me Out.)
On this rap, as with the others ("New Change," "Run It," "Trust"),
the meaning and emotion of the line slides into and fills up the
rhyming word. This is why Seck's pace is slow, controlled, and smooth.
He wants you to feel the classical "knowledge of his raps," to hear him
out. ![]()
SPECSWIZARD GLS
I'm sick of these rodeo clown lookin', retarded hat to the side, wanna-be thugs subliminally intimidating everone with their presence and attitude. I'm sick of the violence, the stupid, immature lyrics, the spastic dancing the headache inducing, excessive bass, the encouraging of graffiti and glorifying gang life. And no, I'm not too old or too white either. It's time for the urban community to transcend into something fresh and completely new, to BE CREATIVE! This crap hit it's peak in the early 90's and has been culturally downhill ever since. It's stale, homeboys! Time to come correct. I'm sure there's lots of people from all walks of life that feel exactly the same, but are scared to say so at threat of being shot or jumped. What a music scene...
Yo, yo, it's time to go!
Love,
Seattle
I'm sorry that you're intimidated, but that's on you to change. I'm sorry that the scene isn't creative enough, but if you see that's something's missing, the onus to create it is, again, on you.
If you can't accept what's going on in the scene, have the strength to change it, or just give up and off yourself or something. Both options are more proactive than your rant, I'm sure you'll concede.
What makes you think I'd invest anything towards improving this crap? Why would you be so lame as to put it "on me"? I'm all for encouraging people to RISE ABOVE it and make better lifestyle choices. The most proactive thing we could do as a society would be to fight back against this plague or virus and get rid of it for the sake of our culture up here. We can do better.
As for me offing myself, don't make me laugh. That's more hateful than anything I said in my "rant". If you're feeling that negative and vitriolic against me personally, then it's you that needs to check yourself. It makes me sick to watch parts of Seattle turning into south central L.A. I want regular people to be able to go out and enjoy this city without being scared of car jackings and drive bys. With the economy the way it's going, things are only getting worse and we all need to be aware, be honest and speak up!!!
i'll simply take great pleasure in knowing that you & others like you will go the way of the dodo in a couple decades. your kids, if you have any, most likely will not be as fucking stupid as you.
since this shit ain't stopping any time soon- rap, sidewise hats, or crime, which seems to be the actual issue- i hope you live the rest of your sorry life in fear. enjoy that. you were never built to live in an actual city.
Its easy to see right away that you have absolutely no authority with regards to music of any kind, hiphop aside. You are about as urban as a prairie dog and I think you should seriously reconsider the worth of your own life by jumping headfirst into a graffiti covered train.
You inspire me to read books.
I look forward to hearing more and more!!
Yirim "Family Man" Seck is FRESH!!!!





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