By: Lamont F. Barnes
September 26, 2006
That statement is true indeed, but it is fun to occasionally take a stroll
down memory lane and reminisce about the good ole'
days. Our childhoods have molded us into the people we are today. Our moniker here at Urban Archives is to Renew, Preserve, and
Celebrate Timeless Urban Culture. Listed below is the first installment
of some of my memories growing up in the 80's and early 90's:
The first Hip Hop songs that I can recall hearing were by The Sugarhill Gang
and Grand Master Melle Mel.
I think Busy Bee is by far the best party-rockin' MC,
though Doug E. Fresh seems to get that title.
I had the both the black/ red and blue/ white suede
Pumas, as well as the black stripe shell toe Adidas. The Pumas looked
better, but the shell toes were more durable. I would get those holes
under the big toe much quicker in the Pumas than in the shell toes. I
would wash my fat-laced shoestrings in the bathroom sink and hang them on
the shower rod to dry.
My main man Joe had that Nike suit that Rakim rocked in
the "Move the Crowd" video, but wouldn't tell anyone where he go it.
The two times that I can remember my mother cussing me
out are after I messed up her Chaka Khan record (the one with the Rolling
Stones lips) trying to do the "Looking for The Perfect Beat" scratch, and
when I had a breakin' battle on some brand new paneling that she was having
put up in our basement (the joints with the thick black lines).
I can recall my sister (See
Old School Junkie) dancing
in front of the mirror to Heavy D's "Mister Big Stuff" for hours with her
Coca-Cola shirt on.
My rap names were Scott Lamont, LLFB, and Aquaman.
Our crew was called The Rap Attack Crew. My man June played my drum
set for percussions and we used my cousin Damond's Casio keyboard for
melodies. In essence, we could be considered the original Roots Crew.
I still remember the piano keystrokes to Sheila E"s "The
Glamorous Life."
I thought that Beat Street was a far better movie
than Breakin, and “Self Destruction” was better than “We’re All in
the Same Gang.” I did think that Turbo had better skills than Lee,
though. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was separating East and
West coast Hip Hop way back then.
I hated LL's "I Need Love" and haven't bought one of his
albums since.
"Paid In Full" was my favorite album back then, and is
playing as I write this article.
In my disc changer right now is New Edition, BBD. Big
Daddy Kane, BDP (By Any Means), and Run DMC.
This cat named Don used to walk up and down the block
playing either "Sucker MC's" or "More Bounce to the Ounce" on his boom box.
I had a crush on Lisa Lisa, Vanity, Sheila E, Sweet Tee
(I liked the way she rocked those stone-washed jeans in the "On the Smooth
Tip" video), and Baby Dee from JJ Fad (the youngest one).
Though Lyte and Latifah are my favorites, history has
forgotten Lisa Lee, Sha-Rock, Debbie Dee, Roxanne Shante, Antoinette, and
Sweet Tee (real MCs that didn't have to take off their clothes to rock).
I remember that season of The Facts of Life when
Tootie came back fine as hell.
The Fresh Fest was the first and last Hip Hop concert
that I (my moms, rather) paid to see.
I remember when no matter what region an MC was from,
they all had skills. Each region had different styles, but they all took the
time to write rhymes.
I remember those USA biker shorts Yo-Yo wore in her
first video.
I remember when MTV never showed Hip Hop videos.
I remember the one and only time that BET revealed Alvin
Jones from "Video Vibrations" to its audience.
Read Part II
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