mad decent worldwide radio #10 - from the bronx river housing projects to the rest of the galaxy

Zulu nation celebrates its 26th anniversary this week, me and zulu
nation... weíre both scorpios, nearly the same age.
Bronx in 1981... what the f**k was goin on here..?!?!?
A subculture that redefined world culture .. imploded in the
poorest parts of New York city.. heres a lil peek into the wierd
world of this scene..
WHBI, NEWARK, 105.?.....
Afrika Islam is known as the son of Bambaataa, not for real but he
followed the legacy and he held it down on the air in Newark radio
at 1 am wednesday nights.. (where this mix is from).. its rough cut
from cassette tape -  eclectic unknown breaks, funk,
electronic, rock music chopped together .. like a random symphony
for kids of hi energy.. its almost spooky to hear just the bare
essentials of what we mastered as producers today.. breakbeats,
sparse vocals, or horns or guitars chopped in and out.. this is
what we deal with today but back then kids just made it all live
with a lot of random records they studied.
Islam was a staple party dj in early 80ís in nyc.. one of the dudes
to really cross over with the down town scene and still stay street
and shout out all the gangs in harlem and brooklyn.. he then went
on to produce most of Ice Tís first record in LA. then like most
zulu dudes had to like move to germany when hip hop went crazy with
puffy and stuff..
The first time I heard ìits just begunì by jimmy castor was at a
warehouse in Tennessee when i was like 15. These kids would bring
boomboxes and breakdance on the marble floor. It was the second
wave of hip hop culture that went through the midwest mostly
on  freight trains covered in spray paint, and raves... but we
had as much passion as the first b boys.. just mad late- actually I
think by then early nineties like Germans and Lithuanians were
winning all the breakdance contests anyway.. but that whole s**t
changed my life. When i heard the Jimmy castor song and saw kids
dancing to it i thought it really did mean something... like the
revolution was about to begin.
maybe it did. I started painting on the trailors parked on the 2
lane highway by house when the were building mattress barns and new
Shoneyís diners..  I know now how wack mini malls are, But
white trailors, trains, mud and fences at night was like all i day
dreamed about in the day besides this girl that worked at the donut
shop..  so maybe I was part of a revolution?
If you want to read up on ZULU
Davey D pretty much broke it down here
http://www.daveyd.com/zulunationhistory.html
...
its pretty mindblowing how big this s**t is and what it really
means..
i mean damn,to say ì if people  focused energy on creativity
instead of crimeî sounds like something Nancy Reagan would say...
but thats exactly what happened and it turned out to redefine the
world.. I always say that i do what i do cause of bambaataa and
ZULU.. but its really true.