Date: 9-9-2014
Due Date: 9-9-2015
Resolution: My first introduction to music was through my sister and cousins. They were into bands like U2, Duran Duran, Big Country, and all that other 80's stuff.
Then I went to a Jr. High that seemed to be a training ground for gangsters and other forms of degenerates. I fit in with the gangsters because I made them laugh. In return, I was introduced to rap music and instantly fell in love.
Not only did I love all the cursing but I also loved that there was always a story to a rap song, complete with a beginning middle, and end.
These songs covered every genre from Crime to Comedy to coming of age and could be epic.
Take Boyz In Da Hood for example.
I was driving my sister to school one day and the song started playing on the Sirius Old School Hip Hop station. We listen as the group is introduced trying to talk to a young man named Eazy-E to tell his story.
He wakes and noon and just knows that he has to get out of his parent's house so he can get drunk before they get bitchy.
He steps outside and notices some hooligans. He rushes back into the house to arm himself to the teeth.
He aims his gun at the chicken shit hooligans causing them to run off. He then hops inside his vehicle that's hooked up to some kind of hydrological system and turns up the Alpine Radio to listen to his own group's songs.
Then there is a nonlinear cut to another story as he starts a somewhat different song. In this story, he starts out driving.
He must be a good multitasker because as he's driving he's also able to both jock bitches and slap hos.
He decides to go to the park to see what's going on. He first notices knuckleheads playing basketball then his buddies pull up in another nice car. One yells a shout out to grand theft auto, the actual crime, not the game.
Eazy-E tells a story to his friends about an old friend, who he was just informed was on freebase, that once tried to steal his car stereo.
He tries to take this friend up the street to work things out when this jerky of a friend pulls a gun. Eazy-E then shoots him with a bigger gun and it makes the news.
Eazy-E then gets bored and decided to drive over to hang out with his drug dealer friends.
They greet him with a forty and he drinks it to the point that his breath starts to stink. Now that he's been drinking he wants to go see his girlfriend so he takes a swig of Bacardi and drives off.
He arrives at her house and apparently isn't properly greeted. A domestic dispute takes place upon entrance that quickly escalates to domestic violence. Even when the father steps in to try to help he gets knocked out.
He drives off and collects himself just in time to crash his vehicle into a telephone pole and abandons the car.
As he's walking home he notices some friends drive by. They flip a U-turn just in time to get caught by an undercover cop.
One friend gets busted while punching a cop in the head and the other friend just has warrants so they both go to jail.
This is about five minutes into the song and we got to my sister’s school. She agreed it was epic. I told her it's not even close to being over and then gave her the brief rundown of how the rest of the song went. She was pretty amazed.
Okay back to the story.
So, Eazy-E goes to get them out only to find there is no bail because they started a riot the brief time they were in.
Eazy-E then goes to the courthouse for the trial and one of his buddies lets out a fart. The judge isn't impressed and sends the bailiff over to through him back in his cell.
Before the bailiff can do anything, the other but friend yelling, "Fire." This cues a woman named Suzy to enter with a powerful machine gun.
She gets shot by the police but isn't hurt. They send her and her buddy to the big house for attempted murder.
And that's why I like rap music.
Oh...
Now back to the resolution. I was also into collecting football cards when the Yo! MTV Raps cards came out. I was more excited about these cards than any sports card I owned.
I bought most of if not the complete set at one point and abandoned them somewhere during one of my many moves.
I want them back.
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