7 OF THE BEST SHAW BROTHERS FILMS AKA CHINESE MEN WHO FLY OVER THE BUS (TIDAL MIXTAPE EXCLUSIVE)

During the mid-80s, in the section of the galaxy of Queens known as St. Albans, constellations were formed by guns spark and the blaze of crack rocks. During these tumultuous years, when I took the long way home with Kevin Scott, beyond the corners that became kingdoms where cee-lo kings ruled with 40oz crowns, beyond a graffiti mural, that told me I could as long as I believed, beyond an epidemic that put zombies in the streets around me, on my television there were heroes.

Heroes like Doc Gooden with that Jheri curl, during his clan days, K-K-King niggas until Queens got that ring. Heroes like Michael, when he still had a complexion like mine and was the baddest MJ on the planet. Beyond the Moonwalker, beyond the glory of Shea, beyond the shine of hustlers on Linden, Farmers, and Murdock boulevard, there were heroes from another galaxy. These heroes had a standard time and place: 3 o’clock, on channel 5, Saturday afternoon.

In New York City, this was the official time of the drive-in cinema thanks to the hero maker, the hero deliverer, Mel Maron. He’s the man who exported kung fu flicks from 42nd street, the man who stood up against the ‘scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit’ and hustled chopsocky to the universe that was New York City and the…