Ed Piskor at 9:30 am Tue, Jan 10, 2012
Hip Hop Family Tree is in stores. Pre-order Hip Hop Family Tree book 2 on Amazon!
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Awesome thank you
Tell us how Grandmaster Flash met Blondie . . .
There was a documentary called “The Freshest Kids” that explained some of this too:
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Very cool. Don’t know much about Hip Hop, interesting to learn about it’s origins.
Reminds me of a great documentary, Scratch. Is it online? You betcha! http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/scratch/ (NSFW, adult language.)
I predict this rapping-style-music will be very popular with the youngsters someday.
This is awesome. Another great film in which to see a number of these artists is Wild Style. “Ain’t nothing to it but to do it.”
Great piece. Love the art and the weathered, four-color look.
Outstanding–can’t wait to read the next installment.
Thanks for cluing all of us white hipsters in on a strange, fearful and mysterious form of music that we want to be cool enough to “dig” but don’t really understand…our inherent lack of rhythm, as white people, may be part of the reason…can you teach me how I can bust a rhyme, dissing the ho’s and playuhs, so I can buy a big gold medallion to wear?
Dude – what’s your problem?
Great writing and art, Thanks for creating it.
Three things for the artist:
1) How do you replicate the look of old comics so well?
2) I am enjoying you 10x more than Bill the Skipping Water Beetle
3) If you leave out Doug E Fresh, I won’t forgive you.
I honestly did not care for any of your comics until you started writing about Hip Hop. These are great stuff. I know you don’t need any constructive criticism from the likes of me, but I think your journalism trumps your editorialism.
This is amazing! I was born in South Bronx in ’79, my older brother in ’73; this was the beginning of our personal soundtracks of our lives. Ah, the memories… Imagine two little white kids bringing THIS to suburban MD in ’85.
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