"Grand Theft Auto makes me proud to be an American. So does South Park. At our best, we're funny and clear-eyed and totally resistant to the 'old and eloquent' advocates of the past. Hip-hop makes me very proud to be an American -- only here could the most influential art form of the past 20 years still be hated and dismissed in its land of origin. We're still passing laws against baggy pants while this one idea is spreading to every country in the world."
Funny, but GTA is created in Scotland, and Matt and Trey are Canadians.
If I listen to jazz, I don't think of it as African-American music, but world music. Hip-hop is very recent, and it's still largely African-American music. If it loses its misogyny and violence, it may eventually become an American export, but by then it too will be world music. For now, as far as I can tell it is as hated in Europe as it is in much of the US.
More to the point, you are saying that America's contribution to world culture is to elevate the status of violence and vulgarity to art forms? I really don't think that that is necessary. Every country has its vulgar comedians, its songs degrading women and celebrating violence and drugs. Perhaps the US excels in these things, but if so, isn't its "message" that low-brow culture is all it has to offer?
Kaplan is looking for something that will make people think more positively about the US. I hardly doubt that 50 Cents is going to help with that (see lyrics below).
I don't know what you heard about me. But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P.
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P