Recently I discovered Iggy Azelea's music like the rest of the world. I was stunned when I saw her body and proceeded to google her. As I read more about this Australian gal turned rapper, and watched music video after music video, I didn't quite know what to make of her.
I'm one of those fans that MUST know an artist's backstory. Iggy Azelea came to the U.S. from Australia (of all places) at 16 years old to become a rapper. Even more amazing is that she came to the U.S. without her parents. I find that so admirable AND crazy. I'll be lucky if my kids finally color in between the lines at 16. I kid, I kid. Of course I want my children to follow their dreams, but I can't imagine my daughter following them to a foreign country at 16. What a story! Knowing all of this made me want to give this gal's album a shot and what an album it is.
I even feel somewhat self-conscious for actually enjoying it. I know, I know, what a SQUARE! This mother of three usually "rocking-out" to Coldplay, loosely "rocking-out", also likes Iggy Azelea. Here I am listening to her vulgar as all hell lyrics and loving it. Her music covers topics far from my lifestyle. Truthfully, I'd likely never listen to her music with my kids around. Hypocritical, I know. Okay, okay they can listen to one track... "Impossible is Nothing!" One day they'll get to have their own vulgar musical tastes, but this album belongs to their momma (for now).
Someone tell me it's okay for me to like Iggy Azelea's music.
In her now popular song Fancy she talks about bringing back '88! Azelea wasn't even alive in 1988. Well I was and here I am completely into this young newcomer's rap music. Then again, who am I kidding? I grew up on rap music. I may not be able to relate to Iggy's bad b**** persona guzzling alcohol and chasing men but I can still enjoy rap music and this newfound artist, right?