Twelve years old seems about right. I was making mixtapes on cassettes these days, recording over my Dr. Seuss audiobooks equipped with 1200’s and a radioshack mic. Nothing to do with selling slots, talking with the echo effect or leaking songs…just sharing music with friends.
I remember around this time, my brother rushed in the house tearing open the wrap on the vinyl white label. Before he put the needle down, he told me “this is gonna be the biggest rapper in the world”. The voice was high and kinda nasaly…but his name was kinda cool…Eminem.
All these moments comes to mind as I’m looking through some old photos I’ve taken.
It’s so crazy starting off purely as a fan to getting to actually spend some time at Bad Boy within the past few months. I’m glad everyday I stuck with a career that makes me happy, it’s not always the easiest thing to do!