A fairly entertaining capsule from the heyday of Chicago hip-house, house-rap, club-rap, truly-fast-rap, whatever you want to call it, "it's a thousand ways you can explain it."
1:44 - "A lot of the house artists love the rap," observes Rocky Jones, flasher-costumed boss of DJ International Records.
2:17-2:38 - A dream deferred! And then completely and utterly forgotten.
3:15-3:54 - Splitting hairs, microgenre microskirmish, the very definition of internecine.
4:46-4:48 - It always begins pure, untainted and underground: "You might not hear these songs on the radio..." KC Flightt, self-professed hip-house pioneer, proudly observe.
4:50-4:51 - It always ends with delusion: "In a way it's like jazz," he continues.
5:19-5:21 - "I still try to keep as much rawness as I can," he says, failing miserably.
6:41-6:59 - Over his left shoulder, the judgmental glare of KRS-One.
7:34 - "A lot of people dancing nowadays."
8:00 - "Will Biz Markie have a hip-house record on his next record?"
8:14-8:30 - Twin Hype: underrated in any genre.