Met Bambaata during a festival in Europe in the late nineties, I was stoked to meet one of my heroes and a important figure in hiphop to me. My man was cool with some of the promotors and we went to the hotel to chop it up. We arrive at his hotel room, and when we knocked on the door this 15 yr old latino kid opens the door, looks at us and walks back into the bathroom... meanwhile Bam is in the room watching tv. We say what up, I introduce myself and we sit down and start chopping it up about music and the festival which was an old school festival with mad old school legends on the bill. Now every two minutes or so, the young dude comes out of the bathroom, goes through his bags, packs Bam bags and goes back in the bathroom, by this time I'm looking at my man like, something feels off about this dude, he sees my puzzlement and tells me in our native language (patois) to chill. Bam goes into the bathroom and we hear him talking to the kid. They both come out of the bathroom and by their body language i could tell this kid is not just carrying records for Bam. I tell my man I want to break out cause the vibe was weird and Bam started watching these infomercials on Dutch tv, which is basically soft porn for phone sex ads. One of the other DJ's (can''t remember his name) comes in and looks at me and my friend like "the fukk ya'll doing here". I tell my man we are leaving right now, i say peace to Bam and i'm out. On the hallway the DJ says to me "I know you're probably thinking what that was all about with the kid in Bam's room right?
I say yes and dude proceeds to teel me that Bam likes to fukk young boys and it's not really a secret within NY hip hop circles that a couple of old school DJ's had kids "carry their records" while getting piped down on some DL shyt... needless to say, meeting your heroes is not something I want to do anymore... fukked me up for real... true story
