Many times I´ve been at home listening to music or checkin out MTV, and felt an urge to skiddle. I really don´t know why, maybe it´s the tuff beat of the music. The beat goes boom, boom-boom, boom-boom-boom. It´s a wild renegade feel´n. Other times I get into some mean drawing and feel like burning one during math. I´m talented, I guess. I ain´t the only one out there like this. There´s party-boys and gals like me. We are not labeled like everyone else. We´re a fresh mod culture called Hip Hop.
This mag is not here to classify you but to expose those of you who have mastered skills like pop´n, lock´n, strut´n, break´n, scratch´n, mc´n. Those who are characterized by originality also, like mod, waved ore even headbanged. Cause that´s fresh. More ...

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“You get dressed, and you go to the bus stop around 6 p.m.,” he says. “For Uncle Jamm’s Army, you’d get into either the Santa Monica Civic Center or the L.A. Sports Arena for $10. The first thing that hits you is the sound of the bass.” Every bit of promoter money paid for promotion and sound systems, with maybe a bit left over for security. Nothing went into décor. “Just straight-up chairs around and music in the middle, some pop-locking on the side,” Luv remembers. “Sure, there was some gangbanging, sure there was some fighting on the side. But if they broke it up by 12:30, we were doing good. We got a good three-and-a-half hours of fun.” Smaller clubs like One Nation, Jam City, and Radiotron gave energy to early L.A. hip-hop, but Uncle Jamm’s Army – named, of course, after the P-Funk classic – was the granddaddy of this enormous underground scene. More ...

A GROUP OF MODS, coats festooned with badges of their favorite bands and likenesses of the "Two-Tone" man, snake around the perimeter of the dance floor. Some young break dancers have cordoned off a corner to allow one of their number enough room to drop to the flow and run through a dizzyingly acrobatic routine. Another couple bump and grind against each other in the free-form style that’s been appropriately dubbed "The Nasty." The fashions run from Olivia Newton-Johnian bandanna and shorts to the off shoulder Flashdance look. There’s a small contingent of Mods and a handful of "rude boys" who ape the sartorial style favored by the controversial funk performer Prince. But much of the crowd has opted for comfortable variations on the teen-age uniform of T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.  More ...

I will be the first to admit that I am not a part of the hip-hop culture. I don´t break dance, moon walk, scratch or rap. My taste in music, does not include scratching a needle back and forth on a record. I am intrigued, however, by what appears to be the very latest among those who break, walk and scratch. It´s called rappin`. I qualify latest because rappin´may have been around since the Lower Pliocene without my knowledge. When I mentionedto one young person that I had never heard of rappin´as a form of entertainment, he was utterly amazed. “Man” he said, “Everybody raps!” Not in my crowd they don´t.  Rappin, if you share my ingnorance, is a kind of rhythmic, rhyming street which, like pepperoni pizza, has been elevated to a modest form of puplic acceptance by the sheer audacity of it it´s nature. More ...

On a night when one of the regulars didn't show, Lonzo gave the Young a shot. Lonzo says the key to DJing in such a competitive scene was to "find the most obscure record you could and play it." Dre was young, but he had tremendous musical knowledge. He'd been listening forever to his mother's extensive rhythm-and-blues and jazz record collection. When she came home after work at night, he once said, the stereo went on before the lights. He DJed for her and her friends when he was barely school age. That first night at Eve, Young mixed the old Motown song "Please Mr. Postman" over Afrika Bambaataa's seminal hip-hop recording, "Planet Rock"--two songs with completely different tempos and moods. For whatever reason, it worked. More ...

He leans into the microphone and croons, “This is KECG from El Cerrito High School. You got the 10-watt hot spot.”On the air twice a week spinning a new kind of soul music, scratch records and raps. G.I. Joe – a senior at the high school – has become a campus celebrity. Rapping, a from of musical poetry chanted in singsong rhyme ofer pre-recorded instrumental tracks, first made the charts several years ago in New York, and today is popular among many local teens. According another campus disc jockey Rhymeo Rob a 10 th-grader also known as Rob Barquis, the idea is to “talk jive and bust some lines.” G.I. Joe spins two records at once, lays a finger on one of them and snatches it back, forcing the turntable to run in reverse for a second. More ...

The four elements of the culture now know as hip hop, which include but is not limited to Graffiti Art, DJ’ing, B-Boy’ing, and MC’ing, existed on both coasts of the United States in the mid-seventies. I know, I was here. Most historians and the general Hip-Hop public agree that the culture has it’s roots in the early to mid seventies in various boroughs in New York.  Although given it’s name in the Bronx, a culture that closely mirrored this East Coast phenomenon called Hip-Hop had emerged on the West Coast from Los Angeles to Oakland during the same time period. How did this happen? Was it an example of The Critical Mass Theory? The theory which states that when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, it may be communicated from mind to mind? More ...