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RHH Survey?

Q:What age were you in when you first heard a hip hop song?

Q:Do you support you favorite rapper buy buying thier CD Or you download them on limewire, frostwire, e.t.c?

Q:How many Hip Hop CD’s Do You Own?

Q:If so, what was your first Hip Hop CD?

Q:Last CD?

Q:Who was your first favortie rapper?

Q:Do you discover music or do you find them by other people posting them?

Q:Did you grow up listening to mainstream rap or underground rap

Q:First Song YOu Ever Downloaded?
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Of Mice and men extra chapter part two.?

the men working on the ranch.
” Jus’ you sit there pup, I ain’t gonna be long.”
Candy tread across the ranch and stood beside the van which George had bean continuously placing the bags of grain.
”The guys are worried George, ya can’t go on like this forever ya know, why if Curley’s ol’ man saw you this down he’d sen’ you away.” Candy said cautiously.
George threw the bag onto the van more aggressively than the previous times and glared at Candy.
” Curley’s ol’ man can do what he please, if he wants to can me, so be it.”
George turned away and headed for the water fountain at the side of the wooden fence. The tall patch of weeds tangled round his ankles as he stomped through them. George’s thoughts of anger however, were interrupted, everyone’s thoughts were interrupted.
”Guys, Guys! He’s done it, the damn son-of-a-bitch has done it.” Slim gasped running from the bunk-house towards them.
”What you on about Slim, I hope this aint gonna be one of your damn story tellin’s is it?” Carlson said resting on the handle of his shovel.
”Curley, his ol’ man canned us, the lot of us, even Crooks.” Slim replied.
George had stopped stomping through the weeds when he had first heard the commotion, he turned on his heels and walked curiously towards Slim.
The deep green pool of the Salinas river glistened brightly in the sun light as all the men that worked on the ranch marched slowly back along the path, surround by the willows and the sycamore trees that arched over their heads. The men walked in silence, not only because they were too upset or angry to talk, but because the silence seemed to say everything that was needed.
Candy stopped, and leant back against a tree to catch his breath, the rest of the guys stopped too, Slim threw down his bindle onto the dusty path and picked up a stone, he skipped it across the river, causing small splashes of water to rise as it bounced across. He did this several times before George joined him.
” What you reckon we oughta do now Slim, we aint got no where else to go.” George said, glancing at the mountains.
” The only thing we can do George. We gotta jungle-up. We’ll find somewhere to stay in the town tomorrow, right now jus’ tell the guys to unpack their stuff.”
The men spent their evening amongst the trees by the river, lying staring at the stars that twinkled above them. Carlson sat far from the rest of the guys, in the shadows of the tallest sycamore that curved over the edge of the river, its reflection darkened the water that Carlson could see his face in. Candy sat, with his pup in his lap, singing to him, crooks sat polishing his shoes, mumbling to himself at how he got canned for no reason and George and Slim lay in the grass thinking of what was going to happen next, they had considered moving to another ranch but began to wonder if it was the right choice. Suddenly, George had an idea.
It had been three years. The sun was setting over the Gabilan mountains, the alfalfa growing, the rabbits hopping across the grass and Candy’s pup, now older, chasing them. Candy had passed away a year ago, peacefully in his sleep. Carlson had found him, in his bed, next to his dog. Carlson got a job in the outskirts of Soledad, he visited occasionally and never turned down an opportunity to see the guys again. Crooks, eventually was accepted by the men that had worked on the ranch and Slim had made a man of himself, he met a woman in the town one day, they plan to get married soon. George, learned that the feeling of grief fades and that doing what he had to was not a reason to feel guilty, he knows that Lennie would have loved to be were they are now, tending to the rabbits and having a feeling of calling somewhere his own.
George Stood by the porch and smiled to himself. ”Here we are Lennie, home.”
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{RHH} Who do you think is the most influential producer in Hip-Hop?

I guess this is a somewhat difficult question, because production styles have changed radically the more and more Hip-Hop got popular and the production styles grew closer and closer stylistically with pop music, with sampling having been utilized less and less the more expensive it got…But there are stills few producers whom I feel influenced many others that came after them. Jam Master Jay was of course a huge influence, but I’d argue Terminator X is the most influential producer of all time, with RZA also ranking up there…however, I’m interested in seeing your opinions. So who do you think was the biggest influence for Hip-Hop producers?

BQ: Do you own any Hip-Hop items that aren’t albums? If so, what?