A boy was born on a September day in Brooklyn, New York. One of two boys, actually. Their father a truck driver and mom a nurse. As this boy grew up, so developed in him a deep interest in martial arts movies. Every Saturday afternoon at 3:00 and Sunday at 1:00, he would tune in to Kung Fu Theater on channel 5. No matter how serious a game of stickball he was engaged in with the other kids in the neighborhood, when it was time for the movie, he was gone. Kids would mock him a bit, calling him names like Bruce Lee or Kane, after David Carradine’s character in the TV series Kung Fu. He and his friends would also frequent a theatre on Fulton Street, and he became an avid fan of old blaxploitation flicks and beach movies, from one of which he took a liking to a particular Vincent Price character. The boy imprinted from his uncle Lenny’s style of dress, who most often was sporting suits and hats. The flamboyance stood out to the boy, and later would somewhat shape his own image. Eventually he would discover other captivating art forms. One day his cousin introduced him to something incredible which must have struck a similar nerve to the one struck by the beatdowns in all those movies. It had attitude, it was boisterous, it was competitive. First patterning himself after one already established artist from his area, he started to delve deeper into the craft, and created his own identity. In his late teens he formed a group, utilizing the discipline and prowess learned from the characters he grew up watching. It was at this point history was made, as he transformed from boy to “King Asiatic Nobody Equals”, better known as Big Daddy Kane.