Absolutely, and some sweet ironies as well. When Paganini started to pop up in heavy metal guitar riffs I knew that genre was leaning back toward (gasp!) adulthood. There is, however, a touch of elitism both in Paganini and in the Mozart that Dalrymple cites - not everyone can play it. You have to earn the right.
That "earning the right" concept is anathema to the instant gratification children that plague so many of the arts. Not everyone can draw a recognizable portrait, but anyone can throw a can of paint at a canvas. There is, of course, hope. Perhaps someday genuine poetry may emerge from the obscene mumblings of a hip-hop artist. Before he's shot.
Talking about hip-hop. I discovered that I can enjoy hip-hop dancing when its done well.
Our family’s favorite TV show is “So you think you can dance”. The judges are all professionals and (mostly) they control their egos. Also, because art of dance is wordless, these choreographers are by necessity should be teachers that can explain some things with words. So their talking is galaxies above Randy’s “just be yourself, dog”
Its harder to dance well than sing well (simplification, of course, its just less people delude themselves that they can earn money dancing than singing). So the competitors who we get to see on final stages are amazing.
Choreographers are tops and dress design is nothing you can repeat at home. So visually, the show is way above the American Idol.
On that level, hip-hop is so good, that even I (who knows nothing about it) can enjoy it.
Of course, as you said before, all that level needs to be earned and is hard work and there is no instant gratification - its culmination of years of work for the competitors and lifetime of work for professionals. And but a few exceptions of left leaning slippage, its all apolitical.