Back, back, back, a little bit further, yes, right there in the day my older sister (who was in high school while I was still wearing footie jammies) would play "the new jazz" in her bedroom for the whole house to hear. She woudn't tell me what "N.W.A." stood for (ostensibly to protect my little ears) but she was pretty quick to remind my sister and I that our dad didn't love us... yeah, she was pretty awesome. Anyway, I remember sitting on her bed listening to MCLyte, who I just loved and after making a minor reappearance a few years back, she was out last night at the VH1 Hip Hop Honors awards show looking like she *might* have gotten the New-New Face, but I can't be certain:
Even if she did, she looks amazing.
Speaking of my loves from a by-gone era, Uncle Luke was there, as was my favorite ginger-Jew Michael Rappaport. He always makes me think of warm Cosby-sweater hugs and long walks through Midwood.
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