I’ve heard and read a few, yet similar variations of this story a couple of times before. It still, till this day never ceases to amaze me. Mostly how something a few kids in the Seventies were doing in parking lots and basketball courts in a small section of New York. How their block parties ran parallel with the military, weed, Cheech and Chong’s comedy, impromptu, poetry on the mic over music, to the break-beats of funk, soul, disco and reggae.
I still till this day, find it interesting how the innovations of hip hop became a social force. How parts of it became a co-opted commodity, how the core of it stayed true and how it became a global voice for people all over the world. Peace!