knew where we really were. we were almost home. i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la anthony: oh, enchanted land of my childhood. a cultural petri-dish, from which regularly issues forth greatness. new jersey, in case you didn t know it, has got beaches, beautiful beaches, and they re not all crawling with roid-raging trolls with reality shows. i grew up summering on those beaches, and they are awesome. jersey s got farmland. beautiful bedroom communities where that woman from real housewives who looks like doctor zaius does not live, nor anyone like her. even the refineries. the endless clover leaves of turnpikes and expressways twisting in unknowable patterns over the wetlands are, to me, somehow, beautiful. to know jersey is to lov
anthony: how does the joke begin? three men in a bar? but it s not a bar. imagine the bronx a corner bodega, or maybe a luncheonette, a diner, three men, strictly by coincidence, find themselves in the same place at the same time. sitting at the counter is afrika bambaataa. across the room is melle mel. door opens, and who walks in? dj kool herc. three men who created the musical style that s become the soundtrack to, well, the whole wide world. do they all nod at each other? lament how all of them got screwed over, cut out of the big money? or just laugh at the absurdity of it all? hip-hop it came from nowhere else. it could have come from nowhere else but the bronx. i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la anthony: this is the br
anthony: a petri dish for talent, for culture. the great unknown. go look. armageddon: bx, armageddon. anthony: and vacation over, as we headed home to our regular beds, our daily lives of school and homework and ordinary things. maybe, my little brother, maybe i, would wake up and look out the window at the night sky, and suddenly it would fill with stars and golden mist and we d pretend for a second we were somehow deep inside the milky way. a million winking lights, but we
i m grimy, got my city behind me. anthony: a petri dish for talent, for culture. the great unknown. go look. armageddon: bx, armageddon. anthony: and vacation over, as we headed home to our regular beds, our daily lives of school and homework and ordinary things. maybe, my little brother, maybe i, would wake up and look out the window at the night sky, and suddenly it would fill with stars and golden mist and we d pretend for a second we were somehow deep inside the milky way.