"I had fifteen hundred dollars, a duffel bag, a dream and a five hundred dollar 1974 Volvo. My father thought I was crazy." --Keith ElamWay back when I was a starving college student studying journalism in the big city, I wrote for an online music magazine. Run by a friend of mine, it was a small-scale operation, but it afforded me the opportunity to meet, interview and photograph some very cool musicians, most notably Henry Rollins, The Reverend Horton Heat and Guru, one of hip hop's most legendary MCss.
I jumped at the chance to interview Guru as he passed through town, and trudged my way through the season's first big snowstorm - on public transit - to get to the venue. I was wet, cold and snotty-nosed mess by the time I reached the venue he was performing at that night, but I didn't care. One of my best friends, a hip-hop aficionado in his own right, had gotten me hooked on Gang Starr a few years prior, and I was unabashedly star struck at the thought of meeting the outfit's MC, let alone interviewing the guy.
It was an interview that I will never, ever forget – because Guru was one of the most interesting and engaging people I have ever had the chance to interview, and because he put me in my place before I'd even asked my second question.
