Beer bongs. Mike's Hard Lemonade. Card games. Joints, blunts and bongs. Spin the bottle. Walking: to the park, to 7-Eleven, to school. Ditching class. Busting each others' balls. Break dancing. Borrowing our parents' cars, and using Febreze to disguise the scent of cigarette smoke. Video games. Making out. Lots of making out. Amateur DJs. Dirty dancing in the basement.
These are the memories that flood my brain when I listen to these hip-hop tracks. I can't help but think of my adolescence. The trouble we got ourselves into, and all the fun that was had. I can picture it clearly. I see my friends and I melting into the couch, chugging away and laughing hysterically.
I don't know if it's a Chicago thing or if it's a generational. I guess it really doesn't matter. I wish I could recreate this vibe. Now, more than a decade later, we've all grown up. We don't need to party in our parents' basements anymore.
I would love to own my own bar. And in this bar, I'd play jams like these. All the patrons would be free spirits and accepting. We would dance, play games and light incense. And no matter how old we got, we would laugh like high school kids for hours straight.
Puff puff pass, friends...
Digable Planets - Dog It
Black Sheep - The Choice Is Yours
A Tribe Called Quest - Clap Your Hands
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I'd come to that bar for sure!
ReplyDeleteYou forgot Jeru The Damaga - Can't stop the prophet!
ReplyDeleteOr anything from Midnight Marauders (Tribe)
those were the days... I like a braud that knows her musica
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