Who remembers this picture? Male (it was always a male) — walking with his white, high top sneakers (that’s trainers for my European fans) and knee-length sports socks, and shorts, a shirt and whatever adornments were around his neck. Completing the “look” was the one item that could start a block party (other than a turntable from someone’s basement) either carried in his hand or on one shoulder…
Enter…The Boombox a.k.a. The Ghetto Blaster (yes, let’s keep it real on this page).
Two words: Hip Hop
Blasting from these sometimes massive pieces of equipment: The Sugar Hill Gang, Kurtis Blow, Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five with Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika Bambaataa, Run DMC, Public Enemy, The Beastie Boys…I could go on, and on, and on!
Before you even saw the person…you heard them coming…
“Don’t push me…’cause I’m close to the edge, I’m trying not to lose my head…” (Thank you, Thank you!)
And a big thank you to Video Music Box. (Yes, it still exists — but I never watch it…it’s not the same.) And also thank you to 80s and early 90s MTV (that’s Music Television for all the Gen Y-ers), especially for “Yo! MTV Raps”. A long, long time ago, there were actual videos and not reality shows and whatever nonsense is shown on MTV these days.
Okay, so who remembers “Beat Street” or “Breakin'”? All this talk about music gave me another flashback to the 80s when rap was young and fun. Battlin’. Break dancing. Someone was going to “get served”. Memories.