Mine was defined by a show that aired on our antenna-received television on Saturday afternoons when I was eight. It was 1984 and Kids Incorporated had just hit the airwaves...and I was in love. Well...in love as much as an eight-year-old can be in love.
Black Eyed Peas used to be cool. Until Fegrie got ahold of them and took them from decent hip-hop to crappy pop. Nice going, Fergie. Thanks for ruining good music. I remember my early college days when my pal Todd introduced me to the music of Black Eyed Peas. As a fan of A Tribe Called Quest and other similar groups of the time, I was impressed.
Fast forward about ten years and add Fergie to the mix. No thanks. Fool me once? Shame on you. Pee your pants on stage? Still, shame on you.