Yo Yo
You Can’t Play With My Yo-Yo

On my first trip from the East coast to LA in 1990, fate kissed me on the forehead at the car rental desk. I was assigned a convertible with a booming sound system instead of the super discount subcompact paid for by my company. After immediately noticing the golden sun tone that rests on everything in Southern California, and the palm trees, what caught my attention was the different sound of West coast hip hop.