The best way i can describe ska is raggae/mexican music/ meets greaser. Never heard of ska from back home, but i guess quite a lot of people are familiar with it down here.
The first time I heard it described by a co worker, i thought it was the stupidest thing and wanted no part of it. And for my birthday the same co worker made me a cd and i actually REALLY liked this song. And then he asked me if i wanted to tag along to a ska show….i fell in love as soon as i walked in the door.
i know for a fact a lot of people would hate it (like my boyfriend) but it was AMAZING in my eyes. It was at an abandoned warehouse in compton, it was dirty, it was stupidass hot, guys kept on getting into fights, and then their girls got into fights. There were beer bottles and cigarette buts wherever you stepped, there were “skank pits”, all the dudes dressed in checkerd button ups, hair looking like something from the movie grease, the girls looked like pin up models, wearing red lipstick dark, dark eyeshadows, and wore flowers in their hair. And the fact that it was mostly hispanics, made me glad to get back to my roots since some of the songs were in spanish. Everyone just seemed so proud, it was beautiful.
dont get me wrong, i love my man. But i love myself more. I’m way too selfish for this relationship thing. I need to start putting myself above all. I’m starting to lose….me. Not cool. i love me too much. If he or any man cant accept that, oh well *kanye shrug* keep steppin..
“As much as i appreciated the bay as a youth, i’ve developed a distinct appreciation for the community the older i get. It’s a very unique place, where culture explodes and lives in a bubble, from hyghy to scrapers. These are passionate, proud people. And lets me honest, often under-credited for how much they contribute to worldwide trends. Pay respects when they’re due….yay for the bay.”—bobbyhundreds