i have a small streak of hip-hop in me. i dated a boy who was seriously into it when i was in college (he was impossibly sweet and impossibly messed up, so we didn't last long), and one of my absolute favorite memories is of eating bananas in bed and listening to hip-hop records and massive amounts of john coltrane. the best thing about him was he would let me listen to coltrane's "my favorite things" over and over again without complaining. his apartment was one big room, overlooking this big office building. we'd get up late and watch the people in the office work like ants in an ant farm. being young and unemployed and happy made us feel so superior to them. we'd spend hours making fun of them and listening to music, making cocktails out of coconut rum and going out late for coffee.
in any case, without this certain sweet boyfriend i wouldn't have known i liked hip-hop. until that point i had doggystyle, but who didn't? if you graduated from high school in the 90's you had that album. he introduced me to a million more hip-hop groups, made me great mix tapes, and never made me feel like a dork for not knowing something. some people who are really into music love to make you feel retarded for not knowing about something or not liking something, and he wasn't like that at all. i went out today to try to find the new danger mouse album, but instead ran into lucy ford, an album that i have on an old crappy tape, which i can't even listen to anymore. i was so happy when i found it, remembering that summer in bellingham, that great apartment he had, and wandering around town late late late at night with him, holding hands and crawling onto roofs to look at the stars.
atmosphere:ex boyfriend:bellingham
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