Since it seems that we're dealing with / sharing the imagery of painfully awkward / incredibly awesome teenage years today, I thought I would bring back this one albeit having been shared before. But it's a goodie, as you'll find the young man making moves in his childhood bedroom, AKA "cold lamping" to what is probably a soundtrack of Public Enemy's "Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos" complete with stylish Henley, round stunna shades (which all the kids are wearing these days), track pants and of course the obligatory clock around my neck (because as you all know, the white man's time is running out). Notice the Per Welinder deck hanging from the wall, not far from the Public Enemy 8X10 glossy thumbtacked to the wall complete with the adornment of the specimen's very own tag ("VANE") accompanying it. You may notice the signed baseball on the bookshelf, signed by none other than Brooklyn Dodgers very own Duke Snider. All of the young man's books are in perfect order (and you know what they say about going to a man's house and looking at the books they own, ladies... even at the tender age of 15). You will notice the Aiwa boombox perfectly positioned on the bedside table, most definitely playing the latest rap records that the specimen had recorded from the previous week's Power 99 Friday Night live broadcast of DJ Jeff Mills from the After Midnight nightclub on the 1000 block of Spring Garden Street. You will see various cassette tapes stacked orderly on the floor. What is not shown are the various Akira comic books that are strewn all over the floor, alongside various graffiti black books and markers, as well as the young man's mother probably downstairs in the living room, yelling upstairs to this young specimen to "TURN IT DOWN" - which we all know didn't happen because even at this young age the #TurnUp was very real. American youth. Philadelphia visions, circa 1989.