Counterculture Counterparts

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creative writing, music, rock bands, song titles, subculture

I had a dream…
The Beatles were talking to The Monkees

The Monkees took me to meet Def Leppard

Def Leppard began Smashing Pumpkins like another brick in the wall

The Smashing Pumpkins turned into The Eagles

The Eagles called The Police because a horse with no name stole The Black Eyed Peas

The Police said The Black Eyed Peas were last spotted with The Black Crowes

The Black Crowes were taking purple haze with some dudes named Jimi Hendrix and Ziggy Stardust

Jimi Hendrix and Ziggy Stardust brought a couple of zigzags from The Grateful Dead

The Grateful Dead began to contemplate their Genesis while eating mushrooms with some guys named Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd hitched a ride with Fleetwood Mac to the dark side of the moon

Fleetwood Mac came back in black with t-shirts and trucker’s hats labeled AC/DC

AC/DC experienced Nirvana as they stood with Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin took a jagged little pill in hotel California

Come to find out that jagged little pill was a thiller and The Beatles had a few Monkees on their back

Turns out The Beatles were so high, they thought The Monkees were telling them to listen to the wall

They stood there stuck in a stupor trying to listen to the wall, until the Def Leppard said he heard they were supposed to climb the wall

At that time, The Eagles and The Black Crowes were with The Doobie Brothers and The Rolling Stones

The Doobie Brothers turned into The Who at the wall

Jim Morrison was rocking out like The Rolling Stones as he stated: there’s no need to smash through walls, I brought The Doors

The next day I asked the dream teller to interpret my dream

She replied: until you tell me where you got those mushrooms from, F’ your dream 😂

–@StevieStreets | Counterculture Counterparts

Writing Prompt: Write at least two hundred words
Muse: Music Artists, Band Names, and/or Album/Song Titles

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Hip Hop

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culture, fashion, hip hop, music, vernacular

My name is Hip Hop,
I’m the god of the streets.

I bought you Xmas Rap,
told you to feel The New Heart Beat.

Remember T-Ski Valley,
Catch the Beat?

Haha, ha, ha; I was a lady chaser,
before they said I was too hard for the streets.

I used to scream – “Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn;”
I was a Fly Casanova back then,
when I first heard Rapper’s Delight.

Remember when Cold Crush,
Crash Crew,
Fantastic Freaks,
and the Treacherous Three serenaded the streets?

Remember when who’s the best M.C. –
“Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie G,
or Busy Bee,”
was the talk in the streets?

My name is Hip Hop;
I had graffiti bombers, breakers,
home-girls and b-boys partyin’ all night.

I remember when the Furious Five met The Sugerhill Gang;
it was a showdown of mic skills.

I remember seeing Beat Street at Park Hill;
I went home tagged my name on my notebook,
and worked on my break dancing skills.

I remember watching Wild Style;
just to see live at The Dixie,
– I loved to see Grandmaster Flash demonstrate turntable skills.

I remember the summer time:
the first time I heard The Message,
The Together Brothers,
Raw Rome,
QuickMaster Stan,
Beat Master Gene,
Cool Jay,
Truth and Divine,
Lil Jay…
I remember the MG Block – in the Middle,
Grant Park,
Whitney Young,
Runyon Heights,
Trevor Park
– block parties every weekend.

I remember the winters:
Lee’s with the pinstripes,
mock necks and rugbys,
Lacoste, Le Tigre…
Pumas,
Nike Cortez,
Stan Smith Adidas…
CAZAL’s with no lens,
belts with nameplated buckles,
a leather bomber or a sheepskin.

My name is Hip Hop,
I am a cultural icon;
I came up during the late 70s, early 80s…
I am the voice of the youth;
I coin pop phrases and slang etymology,
my philosophy embodies psychology and sociology…
yet – I get no airplay, when I speak the truth…
I am hip hop,
I am a lifestyle,
I am music, I am art,
I am fashion, I am style,
I’m vibrant, I’m slang speakin’,
I am a trendsetter,
I’m half Black, half Puerto Rican.

–@StevieStreets | Hip Hop