I was at the computer lab, in the middle of a Dead cover of “Dancing in the Street” from ’70. (It’s much superior to the version they would release on album during their much derided “Disco Dead” period.) I had to leave because the lab was closing, and I immediately saw the spectacle of a black guy vigorously dancing to loud rap music emanating from a car stereo.
“Oh please,” I thought, “what a douche.” Then I realized, “Wait, I was just jamming to a song about what this guy was doing in reality. Why am I critical of him?
In answer to the question posed in the title, “No; I just hate (c)rap music.”