The first hip-hop album I ever fell in love with was Midnight Marauders. It was the fall/winter of 1993, I was in the eighth grade, and I played the cassette every day for the next few months. It finally cracked from the overplaying on March 23, 1994 — the day my grandmother died. Their last album came out during my college years, which made Tribe the sonic bookends to my adolescence, and they continue to inhabit a special place in my heart.
Okay, enough with the navel-gazing. This is “Gettin’ Up” from Tip’s forthcoming album.
I know the feeling. I really, really fell in love with hip-hop when I first had a listen to the “Low End Theory.” There’s never really been any group that did it like ATCQ.
It finally cracked from the overplaying on March 23, 1994 — the day my grandmother died.
Oh snap. How high is that on the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day list?