Pittsford oh Pittsford

I was waiting for a ride after work tonight. It was like 10 something at night. I’m in Pittsford mind you, rich, upper class, good-to-do Pittsford. So im waiting and I hear some loud hard core Spanish reggae being blasted from a car somewhere nearby. The sound was kind of distant and It dident take me by surprised because there’s quite a few city folk who work at the store. As the sound faded away is disregarded it altogether, content that it made me feel at home in a foreign and unfamiliar place. But, jump for joy, the comforting music quietly returned. In the distance I mistook it for a black car. I could hear it coming closer and closer. 'aahh' I thought 'come to me, massage my sore sore Pittsford spoiled mind'

So this black car rode up, turned the corner in the parking lot and drove off. I swore this satisfying music would be birthed from a car with that appearance. My belief must of been wrong for as the nice, low riding black car drove past the sound remained in the distance. This puzzled me. I always associated good music with a good car. Today my presumptions would change.
As I said, the black car passed. I’m sure the drivers thought I was a strange boy, just leaning against the video return box with a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion.

Now a quick background on spanish reggae. Not too many people listen to this style of music. This only place to really get the good stuff is from Arab run corner stores, in the heart of the hood. Consequently its generally only listened too in the ghetto of the ghetto. I have never ever seen it or heard it listened to on a real cd, always some mix tape pirated on a common computer. No one, unless they speak Spanish, knows the poor (broke) artists name. They just know its Spanish reggae, it makes them move, and the beat is raw and sick. This being said it is kinda of a underground style. Its getting bigger and more popular no doubt and like all good music it will surely become ruined by POPularity. But not right now. Its currently fresh and on fire. (for a quick history on Spanish reggae go to http://www.harlemlive.org/arts-culture/religion/rootsofspanishreggae/rootsofspanishreggae.html its basically reggae spoken in Spanish)

K

I was eager to find the source of the body moving music. In mid thought a more appropriate looking vehicle approached. It was a nice 1999 or 2000 mini van. The van was a metallic green and the front hood was all white, like it got into a accident and needed a new one. From this suburbia mobile came the source of the mystifying music. It passed me, both front windows open, driven by a gruff but well dressed 38-43 year old man. What I witness was spanish reggae...being played...out of a mini van...in Pittsford. The guy drove around a little, found a parking spot, went in did his shopping, and im sure he drove back home blasting the music for all pittsford-ians to hear. I couldn’t help but quietly laugh out loud.

I have seen some crazy things, but that experience rocked my concept of social structure eternally. I don’t know who the heck that guy was, but if I ever wanted to be closely associated with a suburban it would be that man.



PS some of that story was fictional. I dont hate pittsford. I AM closely associated with suburban ppl.