TBH one of the good memories I have of the old NYC is the fact that back in the late 80s to early 90s when I was there, it had that whole 'birthplace of hip hop' aura to it and it was like no other city.
Aside from all the madness, there was a lot of positive energy and creativity. I used to see tons of rappers around the way all the time and been around the corner where videos were being filmed plus every other corner you went there was a group of dudes and chicks freestyling for the love of it.
Back then, you actually CARED about the music that was coming out because most artists had credibility and you didn't have nearly as much of the clown shyt you have now. There was a respect for the culture that I just don't sense anymore.
Ehhh......I think that respect for the culture thing is way too overrated. We just called it living everyday and niqqas moved on.
Put it this way....the cats I came up with were great graff artist, tagging trains and were
the best break dancing clique in Brooklyn back in the early 80's. A couple of them used to go to school uptown, so they were always up to speed on the illest shyt since BK was really not on pace with the BX and Queens like that when it came to hip hop. So nice were these cats, they came in 2nd place out of 100 contestants for a spot in this scene in Beat Street at the Roxy which they narrowly missed out on.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu3X7rf9i5A"]Beat Street Subway Battle - YouTube[/ame]
Well...the next year, crack came around, and two of them started going uptown for
very different reasons. They wanted to hustle and sell drugs and went uptown to get their work. The others kept up with it and was the producer for X-Clan before passing.
did they "respect" the culture going that route? Please....it wasn't about "the culture." It was just a bunch of NY niqqas living everyday and changing with the socio-economic changes all around us. Niqqas moved on from that. Niqqas weren't on some "we need to hold on to this." We were just living. People see those days in hindsight and do this "preserve the culture thing." That's cool........but it isn't real. shyt got real. Niqqas weren't getting stabbed anymore. Wasn't just a cat letting off in the air at a hip hop party. Niqqas started dying. That fun loving moment of the early 80's came to pass. No one cared to look back.