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Thank you to the scribes at Brooklyn Bodega for commenting on the "honor" Flash and the Furious Five received this week. It's time for Hip-Hop to stop settling for a place at the kids table.
We are not Rock N Roll. Let them 'do' them. We need to 'do' us.
And if it took the committee this long to recognize Grandmaster Flash as legendary then they don't know Hip-Hop and guess what...I don't expect them to. They are the ROCK AND ROLL HALL OF FAME.
When I was in college on the radio (WTJU, The Boom Bip Journey with the Incognito Journeyman #1 DJ Bolex in full effect) they did the same thing to me. Hip-Hop wasn't its own department just the step child of the rock department. Which meant 1/4 the staff, 1/4 the budget while being asked to maintain twice the level of popularity.
I am happy for Flash as this honor will do wonders for his legacy and his bank account but at the end of the day it is a slap in the face. And a wake up call for all of us carrying the flag.
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