Book 'em danno
Book 'Em Danno
The first music to hit my ears was an all world early greats mix tape of sure shot legends like Afrika Bambaataa and Whodini. A buddy dubbed these mind melting sounds over his mom's Billy Joel tape and slipped it to me at middle school when the teacher wasn't looking. After riding through thirty minutes of soybeans and tobacco I made a swift power move out of mom's car with my grip set on the K-mart boom box chilling on the blue linoleum floor. That summer I shot baskets in the backyard and banged that tape off the train tracks while the cows across the way kept trying to act like they weren't feeling it. A few years later I found my dad's old suitcase record player with the fold out speakers that looked like encyclopedias. Dropped twenty five cents on a beat copy of Iron Butterfly's Heavy and that was it. Bought armloads of dollar records back in the last great dying days of the truly deep bargain bins. Learned about the funky bones of hip hop one stack at a time. Moved through different sounds and collections over the years. Took time away but could never stay away. After all this time the true joy is the first joy: rolling home with a fresh stack of new sounds to kick back and groove to.