As you may have figured out, I'm a white guy. I was raised in a rural community where we listened to Bon Jovi and Hank Jr. It wasn't until I left Drummond that I experienced the world at large. Living in the dorm at Phillips University, I was shown music that was completely foreign to me, but I quickly made it my own. People introduced me to Miles Davis, Bob Marley, Soundgarden, The Ramones, Black Flag, John Coltrane, and so many more that the list overwhelms me. I also got into The Beastie Boys a lot. They impressed the hell out of me. Three white Jewish kids from New York continuously made the top 100 list in the Hip Hop category. That's quite a feat! In addition to The Beastie Boys, I listened to a few early rappers and rap groups like Run-DMC, Kurtis Blow, Big Daddy Kane, and Kool Moe Dee. All in all , they were pretty safe for the likes of me. 'Nice beat and I can dance to it' kind of music. Then, in old Nine Deuce (that's 1992 for all you squares), a sound came out that floored me. It was Dr. Dre's album The Chronic. Never in my life had I heard such brilliant music and raw violence and the excessive use of the word 'nigga'. My white guy brain was thinking, "I'm not sure you're supposed to use that kind of language, sir." I had to rethink what music could be. Since I heard that album, I delved into cd's by Ice Cube, N.W.A., Ice-T and a bunch of other artists from this genre. Some I loved and some I hated. That can be said for any kind of music. What it gave me was a glimpse into a world that I knew absolutely nothing about. When you come from a sheltered upbringing, sometimes the world explodes in front of you. You can either run from it and hide, or you can take the shrapnel and integrate it into yourself. To me, gangsta rap was a big hunk of shrapnel from a torpedo that got lodged in my music skin and the skin just grew around it. I'm not the kind of guy that can listen to it all the time, nor any genre for any length of time. But, when I need to hear it, I blast it. After I've got my head ringing, I can usually say "Damn right it was a good day."