Going to the jungle where the elephant roams
Why it's vital you know your desert island albums
In early 1993, my grandmother took me to a record store to pick out a new tape. I’d recently gotten a yellow walkman and aside from the Kris Kross ‘Jump’ record, Pearl Jam’s ‘Ten’ (that my cousin had dubbed for me), and MC Hammer’s ‘2 Legit 2 Quit,’ my music catalog was thin. I strategically placed my thumb over the parental advisory sticker, and I was introduced to ‘Blood Sugar Sex Magik’ and a new world of sound and meaning.