LeRoy and Karen Blackful those are my parents. My father was probably the closet thing I had to a best friend and wherever you seen him you would see me. My father grew up in Chicago Heights Ill and went to Bloom High School while he was there he was a outstanding football player and wrestler. My father went on to Eastern Ill University where he was introduced to my mother. As the son of a blue chip athlete I grew up around coaches and sport trainers and it was pretty much determined that I was to be this big time sports star. I started wrestling for Rich Township Wrestling at the age of Nine and was drinking protein shakes by the time I was twelve. My father by this time was coaching wrestling and football at Harlan High School and I would travel with his teams in the summer during the summer league. I found myself in states like Nebraska, Dakota, Kanas and Iowa and with the sport of wrestling pretty much dominated by the white man I really got a interesting look at America. I can remember my father taking his wrestling team to Nebraska and trust me none of those kids would have ever went to Nebraska on there own. My biggest lesson I remember from those trips were that in Chicago we are used to seeing black people weather rich or poor in the hood or the suburbs you can go anywhere and see a face that looks like yours but in the states I visited the only black people those people saw were the ones on the talk shows UGHHH I used to get those looks when we all went out to eat at Sizzler as if they wanted to yell out “hey homeboy”or “whats up cuz”but the good thing was after they saw how disciplined we were and that we were serious and no threat to them or there community they were some of the nicest people I ever met. My father was a great coach he touched so many lives and his wrestling teams won city championships year after year and if you were a member of Coach Black’s team then you were a winner. So by the time I was sixteen I had two state championships for freestyle wrestling , placed second in the IKWF and had gone to the Jr Olympics, Prairie State Games,and The AAU Nationals but I was getting tired. I was starting to make a name for myself as a DJ and I wanted to date girls I was sick of working out. It was sophomore year during the summer and while working out I tore my knee up and it took me 4 months to get it back to normal but during that time off I realized that I was tired of sports and that being a DJ was my true passion. So with scholarships on the table from Howard, University of Miami, and Hawaii and had to look at my father and tell him I QUIT I am a DJ and I am good! HAHA trust me I told him that with my eyes closed waiting for him to knock my teeth out but he sat back and said “Son if that’s what you want to do then go for it and go all the way because I don’t want you coming back to me a year from now wanting to go to school because it wont be there” with that said I said dad trust me I am a really good DJ. My father was transferred from Harlan to Orr High School on the West side of Chicago and I continued to travel with my father but now I was seeking music knowledge and buying records. I was the DJ for my Prom and the sock hops and everybody’s house party. I still had my radio with me and I gave out mixtapes to everybody I could, before I knew it the year was 1988 and High School was over and thank God. I did not like Rich East at all most of my friends went to Rich Central or Bloom. So lets go to Broadcasting school where do I sign up. UH OH PROBLEM!!! Mr Blackful your test scores are pitiful and you have no money sorry kid maybe you should go to the ARMY. OHH NO What am I going to tell my dad, how can i get on the radio without a degree, hell I am not a dummy but screw that A.C.T. test what does that have to do with me talking or mixing on the radio……..TO BE CONTINUED!!
AWWW SHUCKS FARLEY WBMX TRIBUTE MIX 2/20/09 click and paste
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