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Birth of Hip Hop

Hello people, happy Friday. I hope that you are well, if not um... Let me show you a joke.
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There you go. Three jokes to start your day. I'm out. ✌



Juuuust kidding... Imma get some coffee and then tell you some information.
Okay, I have my coffee. Here we go.
Apparently today is the 44th anniversary of the birth of Hip Hop. This musical culture was begun at a Back-to-school music jam held by Jamaican-American DJ Kool Herc in the NYC Bronx area. He decided to play just the instrumental breaks instead of entire songs and the crowds loved it. His buddy Coke La Rock used a microphone to stir up the crowd and the result was the birth of Hip Hop.
That is all of the information that Google gave me. Hardly enough for a satisfactory paragraph. Here are pictures to make up for lack in detail.
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I guess that's all. I know my posts have been really short this week, I'm really sorry. Next week's will likely be longer. I intend to begin my blog book on Monday. You guys have a great day, and I will spend time thinking about tomorrow's post so that it is not boring. Now, I must watch a video on rhetorical analysis for school and videos on Frederick Douglas. (Also for school) Your comments and thoughts are always welcome. Etc etc you have heard this speech before. LOL.

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