The New Tupac Fans
By Ruby Bailey / The Detroit News
In the parking lot of
a west side Detroit school, there's one corner where, residents
say, drug deals go down daily.
At the opposite end
of the lot, so-called gang bangers have been said to gather, flashing
the telltale finger signs of the Bloods and the Crips.
The center of the lot
is where the cheerleaders sometimes hold impromptu rehearsals and
the Girl Scouts wait to board buses for field trips.
The contradictory uses
for this parking lot make it an all-the-more appropriate place to
serve as a memorial for Tupac Shakur, the rapper who promoted thug
life yet condemned violence, who insulted women but said he loved
his mother.
It is here that a group
of young African-American men stand about 20 deep, ranging in age
from 15 to 47. Shakur's "If I Die Tonight" pounds from
the speakers. They play it over. And over. And over again.
"I'll live eternal/Who
shall I fear/Don't shed a tear for me nigga/ I ain't happy here.
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest/ Headlines readin' murdered
to death."
Meet Shakur's newest
fans. They are among those across the country who, while hearing
of Shakur's antics in life, never discovered his music until his
death a little more than a month ago. These men are now drawn to
Shakur's music, they say, because he prophesied so often about his
own demise. And with good reason. Shakur, who at 25 had several
skirmishes with the law and a prison term for sexual assault under
his belt, barely survived a 1994 attempt on his life.
So as the lyrics bounce
off the walls of the school building, the words come back to haunt
this group of black men, who know others who "went out the
same way" as Shakur, says Maurice Lipscomb, who owns the boom
box but not the compact disc that's playing in it. "The same
way: In a hail of gun fire," says Lipscomb, 29. "And for
no good reason."
And it's that similarly
violent way Shakur died -- less than a week after he was ambushed
in Las Vegas while riding with Marion "Suge" Knight of
Death Row Records -- that has drawn this group and other new converts
to the rapper's music.
It is a morbid curiosity,
but it is nonetheless fueling business. Sales of Shakur's most recent
album, All Eyez on Me, tripled within a week of his shooting. Within
two weeks, the album jumped from No. 69 to No. 6 on the Billboard
pop chart. Album sales peaked the week of Sept. 22 at 76,000. The
week ending Oct. 6, the album sold 62,000 copies, according to Soundscan,
the Hartsdale, N.Y., firm that monitors music sales.
Shakur's death also
is expected to propel his Nov. 5 posthumous release, Makaveli the
Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, to debut at No. 1 on the charts.
Shakur also filmed two movies, Gang Related and Gridlock, before
his death. They are scheduled to be released in January.
Increased record sales
after the death of a singer are nothing new in the industry, but
there are those who are willing to bet Shakur's afterlife success
will be long lasting, due in part to those who are not fans.
"They're going
to gravitate to it," says Dr. Dre, disc jockey on New York's
HOT 97-FM and former host of Yo! MTV Raps. Dr. Dre (not to be confused
with Dr. Dre, former head of Death Row Records) attended the Nation
of Islam's recent Rap Day of Atonement in New York, a memorial of
sorts for Shakur and the violent urban culture in which he lived
and died.
Requests for Shakur's
music have "laid back a little bit" at the station, says
Dr. Dre. "But it's always going to be more popular. He was
Tupac. And more people are coming to know just who Tupac really,
really was."
Local record stores
report that it's those who never purchased and seldom heard the
rapper's music who caused the sell-out stampede after his death.
Now the stores are restocked, and the albums are selling briskly,
again to those just discovering Shakur's rap renditions of thug
life.
"I just can't explain
it, but I've just had a need to buy his music," says Sharron
Clark, a 32-year-old accountant, as she prepared to purchase the
album in a downtown record store. "I've never supported that
kind of music, but there was something so tragic about the way he
died, something so weird about the way he always said he would die,
just like that, that made me buy it. It's almost like I'm looking
for answers."
Chico "The Quiet
Storm" Hicks, a local nightclub disc jockey, agrees. "The
way he was struck down will pretty much guarantee sales for a long
time to come. People liked him, but they didn't talk about him as
much as they do now. He didn't seem to affect people with the drive
he does now."
The sure-to-come hype
for the new album release, the movies and any yet-to-be released
videos Death Row Records has on hand will ensure Shakur -- or at
least his label -- sales for what could be years to come, says Mike
Bernacchi, professor of marketing at the University of Detroit-Mercy.
"His death was
a lot like his life: controversial, attention-getting," says
Bernacchi. "The song lives beyond the singer. He may make more
money in the hereafter."
For some, the question
isn't how long he will be remembered, but which side of the multifaceted
rapper people will remember.
Just days after his
death, Death Row released his single and video, "I Ain't Mad
At Cha," which showed the rapper dying in a drive-by shooting.
Once in heaven, Shakur sings to a friend who abandoned thug life,
supporting his decision.
Had Death Row allowed
"I Ain't Mad at Cha" to be his final release, "the
last Tupac would have been the angelic Tupac," says Kevin Taylor,
music researcher for Black Entertainment Television (BET).
"Unfortunately
that's not where the label is going to leave it," says Taylor,
" 'I Ain't Mad At Cha' won't be the last image. He's going
to come back with this gansta knucklehead stuff."
Taylor describes the
upcoming album as "gruff" and says it revisits the East
Coast-West Coast rap division and insults rappers Sean Puffy Combs
and Dr. Dre, the former head of Death Row.
"Five years from
now, he will be a reference point," says Taylor. "The
question, and perhaps the problem is, what will he refer to, the
glamor of thug life or the nonsense of it?"
Ruby Bailey is
a reporter for The Detroit News features department. Copyright 1996,
The Detroit News
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