As we grow old, we come to long the things that were readily available in our younger years. Summer vacation, survival on allowance alone, mom fixing your dinners… or as for me….
103 JAMZ Roll Call…
Now, if you are representing the 757, (which may have still been the 804 back then), you have just jumped out of your seat and you are ready to freestyle. This was back when freestyling was fun and not about shooting someone or how you were the number one pimp because you had fifty hoes. It was fun and it was local. You tuned into 102.9, whether you were at home or in the car, and got ready for good times.
The call in show, Roll Call, would start up, “What’s up ya’ll, what’s it going to be? Who’s on the line with your Homey Al B?”
And just as every other black girl in the listening area, I was tuned in and ready to go.
What? Well, yes. In all technicalities I am white. Yes, like ruled school paper white. I had a very diverse childhood and sometimes I was a bit racially confused. There is still a small group of people out there who are under the impression that I am indeed an albino Puerto Rican.
I remember riding around with my friends and loving that small segment that never lasted long enough. Laughing and giggling at the lyrics people would spit out. We always loved the part where the deejay would say, “and where you representin’?” Sometimes, just sometimes you’d hear one of your own, “Cape Charles!” And the car would go wild! When the show went off, we would throw our own raps around .
I have friends that actually had the last night of Roll Call on mix tapes. (Sadly, I know some readers are scratching their heads, ‘What’s a mix tape?”) Abruptly, Al B Sylk stopped the roll call and announced it was the last night. It had become harder and harder for them to keep the show clean and the complaints were flying in. Roll Call was shutting down. I may have even cried.
So, it’s Monday morning. I have this giant cup of coffee and I’m getting ready for work. Briefly, even though I love my life right now, I think how nice it would be to be sixteen again. To be young, to have summer vacation, to have Roll Call.