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Thanks Bro.

I have a confession for you,

My first musical love was not all the wonderful alternative bands that we all grew up with. It wasn't the Ramones, or MxPx, or all the other punk bands I grew to love. It wasn't The Beatles, or the mighty Led Zeppelin, or Jimi Hendrix's intoxicating guitar playing.

The first type of music I remember thinking was the most amazing thing I had ever heard in my life, was straight up, old school Hip Hop. From the first time I snuck into my brothers room and listened to the Beastie Boys' Licensed to Ill, from the first time I heard Onyx on MTV  I was hooked on Hip Hop. Yeah man, I was a little kid raised in the mean streets of Boston Ontario, listening to songs that I had no business listening too. Then I moved to the rough woods of Lombardy Ontario, and even when I had this view from my backyard I was falling in love with The Fugees. (I found that picture on google from the road we lived on for a few years... I still miss that house.)

No, I was not an inner city kid feeling poverty and racism, but when I heard people craft a story so vividly with words and rhyme, I fell in love.

Right now I am falling back into my love of Hip Hop, and I owe it mostly to one man - Mr. Shad K from my very own London Ontario. Seriously, this guy is the real deal, check him out, you won't be disappointed!





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