Don't just stand there

The first audio-cassette that I remember buying for myself was Young M.C. Do you remember that? “Stone Cold Rhymin’”? What a great album. It was so fun and light on its feet without being fluff. Nimble. Even the cover of the album was great—a grainy portrait of Marvin Young looking very classic jazz. Of course, I also owned a Genesis cassette and a Whitney Houston album of indeterminate origins, but I choose to count Young M.C. as my first.

That album gave me butterflies in my stomach and made me want to dance, and this is exactly how I feel about my blog. I don’t have aspirations to be as classic as “Bust a Move,” but this is something new that is moving me.