We Were All Das Racist

The news that Das Racist had broken up a couple of months ago without telling anyone seemed fitting; a seemingly apathetic end to a post-modern masterpiece.

Dapwell told SPIN that he was upset mostly because he’ll never make money so easily again.  Kool A.D. non-chalantly confirmed the news on Twitter, advising the split happened months ago.  Heems said he didn’t even really remember telling his fans in Munich, on hand for what was supposed to be a Das Racist show, about the break-up.  He apologized for the gaffe in the same way you would to a friend after he pointed out that you drunkenly blabbed to a crowded bar of their exploits at a shady Korean massage parlor the other night.  Sorry, dawg.

Because you know, this was just something a couple of friends got together to do for the fuck of it, because who the hell wants to get a real job?  Who the hell can get a real job these days?

I’m not posting this post to add to the ongoing dialogue we’ve seen the past few days about how Das Racist saved rap in New York City, even if they did in many ways.  I’m not here to share my favorite DR tracks or media ploys.  They’ve been well-documented.  I’m here to tell you why Das Racist means so much to so many people, even if they don’t know why.

It never seemed like Das Racist took the whole thing seriously, despite the quality of their output.  The whole thing seemed like a joke to them, kind of how a lot of things seem like a joke to me.  Probably how a lot of things seem like a joke to you.  Much of that stems from our understanding of the world, which likely has some base in a seemingly useless liberal arts education, t(w)eenage pop-culture saturation and reading too much Wikipedia and Twitter.  Herein lies the conceptual base of Das Racist; and in that context, has there been a “band” from this past decade or so who so perfectly captured the essence of the post-modern aughts?

We’re all trying to make sense of the world we’ve been dumped into.  We’re socially conscious and forward-thinking.  We’re accepting of different cultures.  We want to promote gay rights and economic equality.  But it almost seems futile, and it’s clearly ridiculous that the “old guard” stands at odds with our beliefs.  So we joke about it… somewhat uncomfortably.  Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan were continually meme-i-fied, but like you, I was terrified at and disgusted by the prospect of them actually winning.

We were told to put in our time, go to a good school and there’d be a decently-paying job and a nice place to live at the end of it.  But it’s not there, in spite of our good intentions, hard-work and intelligence.  But we don’t give a fuck, really.  I guess.  We grapple with one question, “what does it all mean?”  It’s uncomfortably hilarious to us all, though unsettling at its core.  We choose to relish in the irony in things.  We’ve evolved into a generation of absurdests.

But hey… fuck it, we’re still young and one day it will all make sense, because we’re smarter and more advanced than the generations that came before us.  Das Racist proved that regularly and seemingly effortlessly, until it got boring.

That’s what Das Racist was to me.  They were just like me.  They were just like all of us.

And just like all of us… they’re going to be all right.