EAST MEETS WEST LIVE INSIDE THE HEAD OF AN ORIGINAL HEAD

I got a bug up my ass yesterday and started digging through a bag of old tapes. Remember when you used to accumulate tapes to the point where you had a fucking grocery bag full of em? No cases, stickers crossed out. Toilet paper jammed in the tops. My homie Stnko had 2 twelve pack boxes full of tapes stolen out of his car!

Digging through this mess, I found a couple tapes of old Drum shows I taped off KZSU. In the mid 90's if you were living on the Peninsula and into hip hop, at 6pm on a Sunday you were either sitting at home hitting record on your tape deck or bugging your homie to turn off the cd and turn on the radio. The Drum Posse was church and Kevvy Kev was it's preacher. Kev's show shaped the way we all listened to hip hop back then. He was playing most guttural of East Coast indie releases of the time. My friends and I would trade tapes and guesses at what some unknown tracks were. Everyone came through, just listen to the drops. Most of my old tapes of the show got made into pause mixes, erasing the original show tapes, losing the pause mixes, etc. A cycle of analog irresponsibility that would disgust any audiophile.

Here's a tape from 1995 when DJ Eclipse was down at The Drum. I had met Eclipse at Cue's earlier that week. Frank introduced me to him and told me to hang out because this dude had all the crazy new underground NY shit. He had a crazy embroidered NAS sweatshirt and dropped shit like Dark Skinned Assassin "The Horror", Ill Bill "Dopefiend", and bunch of shit I have no idea what the fuck it was. The level of Bronx in the building overwhelmed me. Totally blown. And then, to tune into The Drum and get to tape a grip of em. I even got a shout out at the end (What up, Eider?). Unfortunately, this was the only portion of the show that survived. Thanks Kev!

Hit record!