It’s 1986, and there’s a voice on the radio talking about a place called “Fresh Avenue.” “There’s a place yes a place to be / Where party people chill in harmony / No prejudice no crime or guns / Just the hip-hop and a lot of fun / I’m talking about the place Fresh Avenue / And I’m MC Keithy E from the Gang Starr Crew.”
You’ve heard drums before, but not quite like this. It’s the texture, the grit, the rawness — it draws you in. You’re like, “Bet, I’m there,” and, taking your hand off of the dial, you carefully listen for any new information about the place where you can experience this music live.
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