CornerstoneDad Back-In-The-Day Video of the Day

I don’t feel old physically, well at least most of the time.

But every now and then I stumble across a video or song that makes me say, “Man, that song was out that long ago?”

Well, watching this video and hearing this song again definitely made me make that statement and it’s still one of my favorites to this day.

This was back before Busta Rhymes went all, well…Busta Rhymes on us and hip-hop was truly real. Can you imagine a rapper rhyming about how they don’t have a car these days? If anything, they rap more about the cars they don’t have, and have been doing so since the late ’90’s.

Do you remember this jam by the Leaders Of the New School? If so, what’s your favorite memory when this song was out and what were you driving?

I was bouncing my old ’79 Cutlass with a 305ci. out of a ’75 Nova that me and my friends dropped in. We thought we were the baddest around as my cousin and I popped a Holley dual-feed carb on top of a stock motor (insert laugh track there). The Delco radio in the Cutty was one of the best I’ve ever had, but the car itself had rust so bad, you could see the back wheel spinning if you pulled up the corner of the back seat! But believe it or not, the Cut-Dog lasted a few more owners as my dad took it off my hands and later one of my other boys would be the proud owner.

My oldest son and I had some good times cruising in that car, but it would get even better as The Stang would soon follow.

Now that’s my “Sobb Story”…what’s yours?

CSD

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4 thoughts on “CornerstoneDad Back-In-The-Day Video of the Day

  1. “Parents Just Don’t Understand” is the second single from DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince’s second album, He’s the DJ, I’m the Rapper.
    Lyrics excerpt:

    Oh-kay, here’s the situation
    My parents went away on a week’s vacation and
    They left the keys to the brand new Porsche
    Would they mind?
    Umm, well, of course not
    I’ll just take it for a little spin
    And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
    I’ll just cruise it around the neighborhood
    Well, maybe I shouldn’t
    Yeah, of course I should
    When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
    I said, “I don’t have a license but I drive very well.

    My story, of course, isn’t nearly as good as Will Smith’s version. After all, his song won a Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance in 1989, and was one of only two songs to ever do so before the award was discontinued in 1991.
    The parallels end somewhere around the part where our parents left town. Obviously, I didn’t take the keys to the Porsche, or the New Yorker sitting in the garage. I took the keys to the 1986 Dodge 400. I must admit, I was grip’in-the-grain rolling down the Lodge Freeway in my Mom’s ride. That was day one.

    I had a little paper in my pocket, so the second day, I bounced to the mall.

    The third day was my girlfriend M&M’s birthday. Need. I. Say. More!
    You know I had to do it. I washed the ride, Armour-all’d the tires, put on my new threads, and dipped. I pulled up like the party was mine; Strolled into the joint like I was Mayor Coleman Young; Kissed my girl and gave her her gift; Paid my respects to her Mom; Dropped some mackish lines to a couple of girls I didn’t even know; Showed my cousin AJ some love. Then bounced like a true playa.

    [Note: An automobile’s power to transform boys to men still amazes me to this day. I understand it, and I can appreciate it. So when I see vintage cars with 20” rims and candy colors, it’s cool. Until I see that the driver is over 40 – then it’s not.]

    The fourth day was total recall. Now I had to undo everything I had done. The car was dusty before, now it’s clean. The car was full of gas, now it’s empty. Logic says wash off the Armorall, take the car for a ride through the hood to build up some dust, and finally get some gas on the way home. The problem with every good plan is that things don’t always work out, especially when you get greedy.

    I’d gone three days of driving, with no license, with no drama, with no damage. But that wasn’t enough. I had to go downtown. And then the car overheated. I eventually made it back home, but my Aunt was waiting. I was busted. But my Aunt was cool, she didn’t tell. She didn’t have to. Apparently, when the car overheated it burned out the coils. So when Mom tried to go to work the next day, the car didn’t start.

    My Mom still tells that story to this day, better than I ever could. How did it end, you may ask? Well let me finish with the last few lyrics from the song:

    My parents walked in
    I got my grip, I said, “Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?”
    They didn’t speak
    I said, “I want to plead my case”
    But my father just shoved me in his car by my face
    That was a hard ride home, I don’t know how I survived
    They took turns –
    One would beat me while the other one was driving.

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