Once upon a time, music was not only listened to for pleasure, but to find out (in the words of Saint Marvin) "what’s goin’ on." Whether you think about minstrels in medieval Europe, the traveling country bluesman or Woody Guthrie, singer/songwriters traveled, detailing life itself for an audience and a bit of green.
That approach hasn’t completely fallen by the wayside. Take Carl Hancock Rux. Poet, author, intellectual bluesman, humanist hip-hoper, a jazz performer using words as riffs (or vice versa), a male heir to the throne of Nina Simone. He is all of these, or most of these, with some handles fitting more than others. He "raps," but his style is closer to Gil-Scott Heron, John Lee Hooker and Jack Kerouac than Dr. Dre. Especially J.L. Hooker if Hooker went to college in a contemporary America and majored in journalism.
Rux doesn’t "declare" or "tell" the listener what "actions" to take, nor does he glorify material possessions ("bling"). He’s more of a vocalized "60 Minutes" accompanied by rhythm-laden soundscapes informed by jazz, blues, funk and gospel. Those seeking an aural compassionate-humanist documentary set to music or simply something unique should visit Good Bread Alley.