Cynthia the Great (my sweet mama) told me that I used to kick my little feet to the beats and bass of Kool Moe Dee's "Wild Wild West", and that as I learned to talk, I would sing all the words to that song at the top of my little lungs. As I learned to walk, I could do "Humpty Dumpty", and the MC Hammer. My friends and I would have "dance-offs" at birthday parties to further express our love for the music of our generation. In the words of my students....Hip Hop is the truth.
I remember watching my sister and her friends sing all the lyrics to Salt-n-Peppa, and wear side ponytails and acid washed jeans. I remember my Daddy wearing his adidas jogging suits to parties with Cynthia the Great who was wearing some 80s hip hop outfit of her own. I can recall my sister making "mix tapes" with her boombox, and listening to them in her cassestte player. Again...Hip Hop is the truth. Real, honest, and pure are words of Hip Hop.
So to honor my love of hip hop and to celebrate the bestie's and another close friend's birthdays, we are going to this:
Dude! I am SO friggin' jealous of you right now!
ReplyDeleteWhen I need some extra inspiration to do some housework, I grab out my hip hop tracks and the beats of Run DMC and Salt-N-Pepa get mah booty shaking and like magic the floors get vacuumed and things get put away and I don't even realise cause I'm too busy singing way too loud :D
"Cynthia the Great" that's awesome!
ReplyDeleteNot sure when I fell in love with hip hop {I grew up on salsa}... but Brown Sugar was when I fell in love with Taye Diggs. Yummmmmy! ;)