I’m about 25 years behind the cultural curve.
Back in the early 1980s, in high school, I had a friend (a white guy a year younger than me) who was a heavy metal fanatic. Then suddenly he changed his passion to breakdancing. I couldn’t relate. I was a rock snob.
Fast forward 20 years. A black guy from D.C. named Curtis Allen joins my church and releases his first Christian rap album, and I actually like a lot of it. I like a lot of his next album, too.
This spring, I found myself the as main engineer and co-Executive Producer of his third full length CD, and I love it. He told me I is officially gangsta. Here’s a picture from the recording sessions (we also made a video):
Several years ago I got married. My wife Bridgette loves dance and gymnastics, and it’s kind of starting to rub off. A few weeks ago I was flipping through the TV channels and came across a show that’s a competition to be named “America’s Best Dance Crew.” I discovered that the crew I liked the best were some breakdancers from Las Vegas called Super Cr3w. They’re acrobats, really. Here’s a sample (the performance starts around 1:45 in the video):
I’m up with the times. I just take 25 years to adjust.
(And I still like rock.)