Re: Popular music IS African American. Gospel, Blues, Rythm n Blues, Jazz, Soul, Hip-hop............
> what ever the rest of music came from AFRICAN CARRIBEAN people.
It came from European people too. Those old murder ballads and songs about a wife or daughter running off with a man, I mean. Many Scottish and English ballads made it to America pretty much intact but local people change the words to fit local situations. That was popular music before there was Pop music. I don't know a lot about it but I enjoy traditional folk music, hearing it and reading about the history.
Here's an interesting one from http://www.contemplator.com/child/outland.html
The Outlandish Knight
An outlandish knight came from the northlands;
And he came wooing to me;
He said he would take me to foreign lands
And he would marry me.
Go fetch me some of your father's gold,
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags from out of the stable,
Where there stand thirty and three.
She mounted upon her milkwhite steed,
And he on his dapple grey;
They rode till they came unto the seaside,
Three hours before it was day.
Light off, light on, thy milkwhite steed;
Deliver it up unto me;
For six pretty maidens I have drown'd here,
And thou the seventh shall be.
Doff off, doff off thy silken things,
Deliver them up unto me;
I think that they look too rich and too gay
To rot all in the salt sea.
If I must doff off my silken things,
Pray turn thy back unto me;
For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
A naked woman should see.
And cut thou away the brimbles so sharp,
The brimbles from off the brim
That they may not tangle my curly locks,
Nor scratch my lilywhite skin.
He turned around his back to her
And bent down over the brim.
She caught him around the middle so small
And bundled him into the stream.
He dropped high, he dropped low,
Until he came to the side;
Catch hold of my hand, my fair pretty maid,
And thee I will make my bride.
Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
For six pretty maidens hast thou a-drowned here
The seventh hath drown-ed thee.
She mounted on her milkwhite steed,
And led the dapple-grey;
She rode till she came to her father's house,
Three hours before it was day.
The parrot hung in the window so high,
And heard what the lady did say;
What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty lady,
You've tarried so long away?
The king was up in his bed-room so high,
And heard what the parrot did say:
What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty Polly,
You prattle so long before today?
It's no laughing matter, the parrot did say,
That loudly I call unto thee;
For the cat has a-got in the window so high,
I fear that she will have me.
Well turn-ed, well turned, my pretty Polly;
Well turned, well turn-ed for me;
Thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold,
And the door of the best ivory.
