Shu Yuk Sit (Rilly, rilly cool name)
Life is inherently racist. This isn’t a complaint – moreso an observation. Why? Peep Shu Yuk’s hair steez. On a white, British dude circa ‘90 that’s a cool-ass haircut. On Mr. Sit? It’s your typical me-no-care Fob $7 special.
I don’t think dude ever blinked throughout hi skool. This is the early 90s, so we’re talking five effin’ years here…
Another in the series of incredibly fly chicks from hi skool. Well, maybe just the second – but I ain’t done did this long. Apparently, she married her hi skool sweetheart – the kinda alpha male alterno-guy back then. There wuz a generation of Ctrl-Alt-Del guys a couple years older than us that I wouldn’t say we looked up to – more like they were just ahead of us in a path we were forging ourselves.
That meant British bands and a Macunian/grungish fashion sense (while I suppose we actually went to more of a Check-your-Head-era Beasties for style). Thinking about it, it’s funny how this (relatively) small place in England (Manchester) wuz responsible for so much of our hi skool identities. It’s like it wuzn’t even real, looming in our imaginations as some unbelievably cool, fashionable and fun oasis (pun intentional, I guess). I’ve never been – but could any city reasonably live up to the expectations of a teenage psyche? Or the fully-grown one formed over that teenager’s?
Similar but different is when you visit New York and see and hear all the places you only heard about in rap songs. It’s one thing to hear Buckshot Shorty talkin’ about “…F.A.P. – Franklin Avenue Posse…” – and another to walk along Franklin Avenue listening to it. From Linden Boulevard to Bushwick Ave. to Brentwood, Long Island, rap is littered with references to all the five boroughs. I know, crazy digression. C’est la vie…