This is the kind of book in front of which or lose your head or you remain indifferent. No half measures.
For indifference, no sin if you do not give a damn the rap of breakin ' of turntablism or writing, I am convinced that your life shots before with no problems.
Neffa probably think is a pop singer, and it is normal that do duets with sugary J-Ax (more grim than just a pop singer), shouting loudly: "In the gym dance the LORD !!!!"
And maybe you ask me what happened to that boy a bit 'rich singing Supercafone ( Remember her? We Alassio summer! How much we danced! )
Caparezza may think well that is intelligent but too ... too niche.
Mikimix And, admit it, you have no idea who the fuck is right.
However, no. There is no danger Fabri Fibra Club Dogo and listen to them if you really just go on the radio, but if I happen to the video on Deejay TV channel change .
Well, if you have recognized in the profile, Damir Ivic's book is not for you.
But if by chance you happen to spend the afternoon with the low ball in the ears and the voice of Don Kaos who bites the stomach, or evenings to run a mic to spit rhymes in dry, to pursue at all costs that little word with the S: STYLE, although the first trousers were wide that you have bought the INTRO, if you still have the tapes in the car to 100 minutes with Stop the panic loop in one hand and other untie the league and Fuck the dark, if you think SXM is the best Italian hip hop albums of all time (and you're right) and the transformation of people dead in Polar and Esa is one of the best final game of all time ... be ', then this book is for you.
Damir Ivic is not a music journalist dude who smelled a bargain and a trial was put tones Paraculo write the recent history of Double H. Damir Ivic is a professional seriously. An unbiased communicator and, above all, an old-school. At the time of greatest
fuck movement writing for Aelle (Alliance Latin America, the true bible of the B-Boy made in Italy from '91 to 2000), ground kilometers up and down the boot of jam in jam, to put a tape recorder in front of those who sang, played, Brekke or painted. It is consumed his fingertips on the keys to give a voice to everyone, but all the representatives of the scene. Damir Ivic
there. And when he speaks, he speaks with knowledge of the facts.
The story he tells is the story of a culture that comes from afar. And invisible light that travels from the mid eighties through documentaries that go late at night on private networks and video running once every blue moon (always at night) on any channel, in a world without internet or MTV, clinging to faint shrug of the newly Videomusic .
Rime in English hard to understand that sound wonderful, hard week expected to shop, travel to New York, tales of emancipation, striped suits and sneakers, departures and returns.
The wall partition of Milan, the Teatro Regio in Turin, Rome, Naples, Bologna.
until something explodes. Until you reach the nineties. As long as the phenomenon in Italy is not deflagrates posse, which will make the fortune of the movement and stab him in the meantime the heart.
Isola Posse All Stars, Fuckin 'Camels' n effect, Lion Horse Posse, Posse 99.
And it's a tsunami . The wave rises, inexorable, overwhelms everything and everything changes. The appearances to
Avanzi, the soundtrack of South Salvatores. The hip hop slips everywhere, is guilty of reggae, s'infibula with the struggle of social centers, is scarred dall'imbarazzante Stalinism in some situations to the limit.
dies and is reborn, the phoenix is \u200b\u200bconsumed worse then rise from the ashes. The crew mix, the beat you raw and exasperated. Someone change the road, someone else says no to wheat and easy runs to burrow in the darkness of 'underground ever.
But, in spite of Scazzi, the betrayals, the broken promises, leaps forward, and what to drunken shrimp, the culture survives. Go through another decade, challenges the new century. Arrives, again, the ears of those who do not even know that it means "hip hop", but has just entered (a) to a dance class ( so cool! ) of that name as a badge on his chest .
And in the standings, from time to time you find the name of Fabri Fibra, that of Club Dogo, the usually glittering Caparezza. No idea that people in one way or another, with the old school we went hand in hand for a lot of years. He never stopped talking, even though now screams in the ears of kid bully.
's the story of a journey, one that Damir Ivic said in his wonderful, key (it must be said) ITALIAN HISTORY REASONED hip hop. A story that people like me, who have just been there for years just as everything starts (at the time of Stop the panic I really the age of the younger fans of fibers, now), puts him in a bit ' of nostalgia, a lot of emotion and a strong desire to go fishing from the old CD, or perhaps in order to make a mega network of all the stuff that time has only ever heard on why the boxes Strause Money is not enough for the cylinders. Imagine for adidas or cd (c'avevo miss a player at the time. The first I took it with the points of the Coop in '96 ...)
This is the book that was missing.
Of those that do not come out a couple a year, was a memorable year.
One of those books so perfect that, bitch bitch, I wanted to write it.
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