Hip Hop at 50: A Love Letter
From a Bronx basement to God’s ears and everywhere else on Earth
9 min readAug 6, 2023
You remember where you were — don’t you? When you first heard it? That unmistakable sound. That boom-bap of the Roland TR-808. That syrupy bass. That MC with something to say, too urgent for song.
I do, anyway.