“ A small town music buff.
I can’t tell you were it started or even when , it may have been the heart thumping beat of Grand Master flash, or My dads Honky tonk blasting loudly or even the trumpets of George Betters as he tooted a few tunes as the sun went down sitting there on his stoop here in Connellsville. What ever it was I was hooked, nothing like it has pleased or consoled me more then the music of the “streets.” Growing up in a small town with a very small amount of love for “that music “made it hard for me to exist peacefully.
Growing up I had my labels, labels given to me by those that thought my tastes were less then proper. I remember a few times as I carried my boom box proudly down the street I was threatened or harassed because it was alien to them. It never did get any better for years I was an out cast because my love was against the grain and I know it closed a lot of doors on me. After a few ass kickings I received and a lot of finger pointing from those that hated because of ignorance I decided to fly my own flag and be me, who else was I going to be. So a few others like me joined together and made a dance group. We were inspired by the dance style of Break dancing, a crazy that caught on later throught out the world. We had t-shirts made and would drag pieces of card board around doing our best to dance like the music told us to dance.
It was the hardest in those days; I remember a lot of problems with the local police following us around pushing us from every corner in the city. “Get your white N*&*&R ass going” they used to say, so I would proudly turn up the beat as I ran into the woods scared as hell hoping they wouldn’t tell my father………..I think those days molded me into the man I am today, I Thank the music for showing my way and teaching me that I am free to choose even if I have to fight for freedom…Just a few months ago my mother un-pack my group shirt, the one we got as a dance group. A non sleeved red shirt with” electric heart beat “ written across the front, she told my youngest son of my times as a “boogie-er” when I was his age( around 10-12).He made me almost cry when he wore it for two weeks straight proudly telling everyone he met ,that” it was his dads shirt when he used to pro street dance“ It was more like try not to get hurt dancer..:)………..Check back I’ll add more to the life and time of a small town music buff. Peace….CWR