This week was purchase time and young Rapha opted for an Israeli brand – Telma’s “Cocoa-Man” Chocolate Puffs. (gee, sound familiar?) The picture on the front of the box is of a Rasta looking guy playing an electric keyboard; on the back a graffiti-tagged brick wall is accented by an African man breakdancing in the fore.
Bubbled excerpts for reading while munching include information on “Breakdance” “Graffiti” and “Hip Hop”. I share:
(Hip Hop) is an entire culture that was born on the streets of New York and started by African Americans who came to America. It had a rhythm unknown to the white man until that point.
Huh? Okay. Never mind. Get on with eating Cocoaman and I won’t comment.
On a COMPLETELY different track, a link to a piece I wrote in today’s San Fran Chronicle..
peace out all you Rasta, Hip Hop Rhythm fans!