X Clan
To The East, Blackwards
(4th & Broadway, 1990)
Makes perfect sense, really, my initial hostility toward rap music—or anything with a groove, for that matter. For you see, kids, once upon a time, it wasn’t particularly cool for dirty white boys to listen to rap. Forget for the moment that when I was coming up—back when a new Aerosmith record was an event, rather than an embarrassment—rap was still in its infancy. That’s kind of beside the point.
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