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This mix means a lot to me. Those of you who knew me as a teenager, knew that I was a firm follower of the Daisy Age. I walked around with hand painted daisies on the butts of my jeans, wore a leather Africa piece, had the Mexican poncho with the Native American woven backpack. In my ears was a yellow Sony waterproof Walkman with homemade mixtapes of pro Black, pro Women, pro progress music. This was also during the aftermath of the crack epidemic…when Harlem still could resemble New Jack City..and the lyrics in the musics lamented the effects of crack and what it did to ordinary people.
My blog sister Ladybug made a request in my comments last week. She slightly complained that although she liked the 80’s…she wanted to hear something from the 90’s. Since most of my partying was done during the 90’s…I was all to happy to oblige her!!!!!!! In honor of your return to the blogworld and because […]