The modern hip-hop/rap scene has never been appealing to me. I am a person who scoffs at Top 40 songs and gets extremely angry with my friends if they dare profane my ears with the likes of Lil Wayne or Flo Rida. If you ask me why I have such disdain for the music, my argument is always the same: It is my opinion that the modern-day hip-hop and rap I hear on the radio is completely devoid of meaning and passion.
So it was mixed feelings that I stood in line Monday night to see Immortal Technique. I was introduced to his unrelenting brand of underground political hip-hop by a friend of mine who thought I would enjoy his work. I listened to one of his songs and deemed it bearable, so when I heard he was performing at UCLA for a benefit show to help build hospitals for children in Gaza, I thought it would be a fun experience for my first hip-hop concert. By the end of the night, Immortal Technique, along with fellow artists Akir and Chino XL, had restored my faith in hip-hop.