I turned 40 last week. Man… FOUR – FUCKING – OH.
Made me think back to the time I was still a small fry, living in a very small Dutch town. Being 12 years of age, precisely half way the 80ties, I had only one big wish; to live in New York City. Yes, the only thing I wanted was to be in the city where that fresh thing called Hip Hop came from. I wanted to hang around basketball pitches in ‘The Bronx’ and ‘Brooklyn’ and go to places where the Rock Steady Crew battled with The Dynamic Rockers. Maybe I could join them? Mom, please can we go there on holidays at least?
If she then would have access to this flickr page with outstanding pictures of that era, I would have crawled back safely behind her legs I guess.
