"Bodies in expression of music inspiration,
Tell us when you feel it,
‘Cause we’re gonna rock the nation."
Hip hop was
my life. For one weekend in 1983. Think I got carried away by a trip to
Croydon. It always seemed like Judge Dredd’s Mega-City One when I was a kid. With
its towering concrete edifices, block wars, Umpty-baggers, chump dumping and Stookie
glanding. (Ok, I may have over-stretched that analogy a little.). The big difference
was that Croydon seemed more lawless. (Yeah, yeah, only joking. Or am I? Yes, I am.)
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| Mega-City One illustrated by Gary Erskine. |
Weekend shopping
trips to Croydon with my grandparents meant I got gifts. Which is how I found
myself in Our Price buying this 12-inch. My one connection to a scene that had
nothing to do with my life. I wasn’t about to start popping and locking any time
soon. But I’d seen someone breakdancing on a bit of cardboard outside Bejams earlier. Next to
a wall covered in amateurish graffiti. So this seemed like a suitable souvenir.
How different
my life could have been if I’d let a little more electric boogaloo in to my
world. Instead, the enchanting sirens of gothdom were beckoning me.
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