Growing up macklemore music video archive#

The nearest black people live in Omaha, an hour away, and not that many of them. None of the 8,000 other people living in my hometown are black.

Hurby’s Machine: Let The Drummer Get Ill.Fresh And The Get Fresh Crew: Lovin’ Every Minute Of It Salt ‘N’ Pepa: Get Up Everybody (Get Up).The cassette is called Rapmasters 1: The Best of The Jam, ©1989 Priority Records, a compilation, the cover orange with a silhouette of a B-boy statue, overlaid with the track listing: Joe and maybe looking for something else. I flip through the racks of music, about to buy something I will listen to in a knockoff Walkman for months, and then keep for more than 20 years. Red Oak, Iowa, 1990: I am 11 years old, at KMart, with the $5 my dad pays me every week for yardwork. At the very least, it might make you think about what 10 or 12 songs your story fits around. If you have an interest in how music fits into our lives, you might like it. I know most of the stories on this website are about outdoor adventure-this is about as opposite as you can get from that. He reminded me of this thing I had sent him, a piece I wrote without thinking about where/if it could ever be published: Stories about 12 hip hop songs I listened to, from age 11 to age 32.

Last week, my friend Aaron, who is a dad of teenage sons, messaged me, saying, Didn’t you tell me about Joey Bada$$ a couple years ago? My son is getting into him now. I’m not sure why we do things like this, but I’m sure everyone does at some point, and experiences that particular nostalgia for a simpler time when we really heard music.

Growing up macklemore music video archive#

And Midnight Marauders might be playing in a few minivans right now.Įveryone has a several-year period of music in their life that actually sounds better to them than anything else ( it’s science), and more than any other type of music, I go back to the Golden Age of Hip Hop: I go through my collection of dozens of albums from 1986 to 1994, watch documentaries about artists from that time, listen to podcast interviews of hip hop legends, read every hip hop history book I can get my hands on, and wish someone would put the archive of Yo! MTV Raps episodes on Netflix or Amazon Prime or something. Despite our feeling that the music from that era will always be cool, way too cool to ever be heard in an elevator, a chain coffee shop, or a shopping mall, everyone gets older, and the edge our music had in its heyday eventually dulls. I’m 36, and lots of men my age are dads, and probably listened to ’90s hip hop.

I didn’t click on it at the time I figured, well, whoever wrote that is probably right. A few months ago, a headline claiming “The New Dad-Rock Is ’90s Rap” filtered through my newsfeed.