I took this the morning after I was introduced to Rap Music.

I chanced upon Alex, Ali, Matt and others of the Belgian Waffles galaxy when I went to a party down the street. After escaping the bad live music of the sweaty house party, we decided upon a roadtrip to Chicago.

Crammed into a car, I remember Matt telling me to "shut up" and listen. As we flew up I-65 to Chicago, I heard Public Enemy for the first time. Wait a minute - my brain told me - this is sort of like Jazz, this shit is funky, this shit is GOOD.