I bypassed last week’s Old School Friday because I had Record Store Day fish to fry. You’ll forgive me. I have faith. I also have some Me Phi Me in the CD player. I mentioned in my original entry in the Old School Fridays series that I at one time owned every rap album in the BMG monthly music catalog…. Read more »
“It Was A Good Day” dominated the radio and video charts in early 1993, my last months in Detroit before moving to Pittsburgh. I most associate that song with my transition… which speaks to its omnipresence, because even though I had Ice Cube’s The Predator — on cassette, mind you — I rarely let the tape roll beyond Track #4, “Wicked.” In my mind, the best song Ice Cube ever recorded.
But the truth is that I’ve always listened to all kinds of music… but rap music struck a chord at the right time of my youth. I was a fish-out-of-water farm boy suddenly attending a ritzy Grosse Pointe prep school with three-story gleaming white pillars out front. Dress code. Shirts with little horses, ties and khakis. Who was I? How did I fit in here in this world of Polo shirts and mansions and in-ground pools?