Whenever dad would go off to work, I'd wait for the door to slam and I'd grab a record and turn on the stereo. Eventually, my dad would scratch his head and be like, "Have any of you been going through my records?" He'd ask everyone, and by the time he got to me, I was so terrified you'd think the word "yes" was written on my forehead. I'd get my brains beat out of me, sometimes until I was unconscious. Then he'd put my hands on the radiator and burn them, in hopes that it would keep me out of the closet. But it only peaked [sic] my interest more.
-Grandmaster Flash in a new interview with Newsweek
Remember when tremendously talented people with awful parents worked hard and became great instead of going on coke binges and shopping all day long? I don't, but it must have been wonderful.
Editor
Isn't it "piqued my interest", not peaked?
Most great writers have had fucked up childhoods, right? At least that's what my mom told me when she beat me so…I'll keep my fingers crossed!
Seriously, that's very sad.
jenjen…that's why the term [sic] is in there.
Rumour,
jen jen must be an EBP!
I'm psyched! The [sic] wasn't there when I first posted, and now it is! Wow, I made a difference on my very first post *sniff*. I love Mollygood.
Take a negative and make it a positive. Thanks for your contributions to hip hop, Flash. I hope someone reads that and turns their own personal negative into a positive.
Much love.
It's too hard to become a success Cord. It's much easier to be a victim.
jenjen, being a whore for grammer and speling, i lik teh way you think.
i'm the whore. not you. well maybe you're a whore too, but frankly, i don't know you well enough to make such a judgment.
and grandmaster flash kicks asss. full stop.
three esses.
I'm great with grammer and speling, too, STM!
Words have a way with me.
It's so much harder to be a victim. Pretending to be a victim and constantly milking it is easy.
I grew up when hip hop was a baby. I remember Flash and I remember Disco Fever in the Bronx was the place to be. The real Hip Hop was in the park and DJs would steal the electric from the Lamp Post in the parks. The electric also known as the Juice. The would carry the records in milk crates and blast the music to high heaven. I lived across the street from central park/Uptown. Then dudes would freestyle on the MIC. It wasn't really freestyle tho. You had to write your rhymes down and memorize them.
A white friend of mine met Flash and I told her I woul love to have one of his old school tapes. Flash told her that I could go to the studio with him anytime and he would make me a tape for $100
He kept asking her it I was ready to go to the study and I never got ready cause I wouldn't pay him for JACK!
Pardon the spelling - I know some people are spell checking and grammar checking and not really blogging about the blog!