Run-D.M.C.

Simmy just asked to borrow some of my Run-D.M.C. They were probably the first rap group I really got into. I remember staying up past midnight Friday nights listening to WCNI, 91.1, Connecticut College's campus radio station. When I was in junior high they'd have a three hour show of rap and hip hop music. That was where I first heard Doug E. Fresh's "The Show," was introduced to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, and the entire Sugar Hill gang. I dreamed about acquiring my own wheels of steel, which never happened (though I do have one Technic's 1200 at the moment, thanks to a friend who moved to San Francisco and didn't feel like lugging it out there). Then I fell off off the ill tip; in college I missed the chance to see A Tribe Called Quest. I didn't even know who the native tongues were. It wasn't until the past few years that I've gone back to fill in the huge gap that I left. One summer back from college, Lauren gave me a Run-D.M.C. poster. She had picked it up from a record store that was throwing it away and said, "I remember you used to love these guys." It's true. And now that someone's sparked the memory, I am listening to them again and I remember why. R.I.P. Jam Master Jay. Posted by eku at January 18, 2004 6:23 PM