So today we have begun to get deep, deep, deep into the Italian language and let me tell you, it has been kicking my ass. Attempting to conjugate the verbs and adverbs is just insane to me. The good thing is that I have been able to chat with my house mother and her daughter a bit more. The words that are taught in class have definitely been more helpful to me and I am grateful as hell for that. I left class yesterday and was in a “language-fog” because I was soooo overwhelmed with the language that we learned. Let me tell, we have this class first thing in the morning (9am) until midday at 12:15 and to have to learn language when I am not a morning person has been the hardest for me. While at Guilford I have always made it a point to NOT have any classes that began before 11am, just because I know how long it takes me to wake up and get my brain going. But here….Naw Son
..no such luck. You wake up at the crack of dawn, normally about 6:30, have breakfast and then hit the bricks en route to The Scuola.
I have enjoyed the class as a whole though because it allows me to understand the host family and the people that pass me on a regular or those that ask me about Lil Wayne (why I am the authority on Lil Wayne I will never know; lmao) I’m not gonna lie I do get a chuckle inside when I’m approached by Italians and they begin to question me about the state of hip hop back in the States. I told a group of them yesterday after class, when approached while walking through the Campo, that I felt that hip-hop was placed on life-support in 1996 after Tupac was shot and finally died along with Biggie in 1997.
Of course they took it hard and looked at me like I had said something derogatory about the Pope, but I broke it down for them and they finally got it, and seemed to agree to an extent. The problem is that they are not feed the minutia of what Americans call “hip-hop” here so they don’t understand how “watered down” the industry has become. Anyway it was a great chance to have a conversation with them about one of my many passions and also to see how they relate or have the lack thereof of the music that we listen daily. As I told, “right now, somewhere in the United States, there is a man cleaning out his garage and starting his own new label named No Cars Allowed Records, it is that plentiful when it comes to rap in the States.
They laughed. I laughed. So we all then laughed together. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Finding more things in common to laugh about than not? I think so. Anyway, I shall return soon….same Black Channel….same Black time
Glad to help, young Italians,