Props to Mix for making a record that appreciates the visual beauty of bigger women. Well, not even bigger women, just more differently shaped women than was the normal standard of beauty (and still kinda is) for ladies.
Props to Mix for one of the best song intros ever, and for introducing “Becky” as a euphemism for “white girl”. I’m sure Beyonce thanks you for that as well.
Prior to “Baby Got Back”, I’d heard of Sir Mix-a-Lot via the Jet Magazine charts. I think I’ve mentioned my East Coast hip-hop snobbiness in previous entries. His music didn’t hit my ears (or New York radio) until “Baby Got Back”, and even that song was way more of a pop radio/novelty thing as opposed to a legit hip-hop hit. Can’t say I heard it on KISS-FM or WBLS, but pretty sure I heard it on Z-100 and Hot 97 (which was a pop/dance station at the time. They made the switch to hip-hop about a year later.) So I’m actually fairly unfamiliar with the rest of his work, minus “Jump On It” (which will always be tied to that Fresh Prince episode) and “Posse On Broadway,” which I think I’ve heard once or twice.
The first time I went to Seattle was maybe 2012? Anyway, I can’t remember if I was leaving the airport or coming in for my flight home, but Mix’s voice is what welcomed you into the airport. I found that hilarious.
When American Top 40 played “Baby Got Back”, they cut out literally half the song (or would only play 30 seconds of it). Middle America wasn’t ready for songs about big asses (at least not if they were made by Black people.) I’m betting they would not have had as many issues with, say, “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk.” But maybe Mix opened the radio waves up, so to speak. Ahem.
I actually remember buying the “Baby Got Back” cassingle in the summer of 1992. The song had already peaked, so I was a little late to the party, but I was with my folks at some mall on Long Island (I wanna say it was Green Acres Mall, but not sure.) That single and EPMD’s “Crossover” were my two purchases. I can barely remember what I ate for dinner last night, but I remember two random cassingles I bought in the summer of 1992. My brain is weird.