Back in the day my pops would pick me and the boys up from Soccer practice and sometimes we’d stop outside of a house in a less than awesome neighborhood and he’d tell us to wait in the car for a few minutes. He’d run into the house and be gone for about ten minutes, then he’d hop back into the car, usually in a better mood than before, and we’d be on our way, all of us youngin’s none the wiser as to why we took the detour. It wasn’t until we were about eighteen years old and making similar stops outside of similar houses for ourselves, that we realized what pops was doing. He was an old head, still is. I learned a lot from him over the years and most likely will continue to learn from him. We can all learn a lot from old heads… they’ve been there and done that. This is a big reason as to why they tell you to respect your elders.

As far as heads and head culture goes, Cali Roots was the Head Mecca. Fishbone swam through the head-infrastructure on their golf cart like OG Head royalty. You didn’t need to know who they were to know that they’d been there before. That being said, everyone there knew who Fishbone was and paid the appropriate homage to them when they passed by. Even just looking at their instruments and the cases they carry them in gives you a cue as to all the living these guys have done. So listen up good to these rythms and rhymes. That deep voice is speaking to you from a vast reference of heady living, and you never know when that kind of old head knowledge is going to come in handy. So keep it all in your back pocket and take it out at the proper stops. Hopefully this helps you figure out the best roads to take there…