Interview Conducted by : LIL SOUL 159... 12 / 08 / 2004
I started writing in late 1972 in Brooklyn. At the time there were a lot of guys putting up there names on the streets and buses so I just caught on to that. I started writing Dashing Derek 700 but found that name to be too long to write and cut it short to Dash. I started hitting the trains once I met Lama. He took me to the Utica Avenue layup in Brooklyn, where we had to go through Lincoln Park climb up on to the train tracks, then run into the tunnel. In there they layed up the 2 trains and we just tagged up the outsides, then went into the insides with our markers. The biggest writers on the trains back then were such writers as Cliff 159, Stay High 149, Phase 2, Bug 170, Tracy 168, and a few others that I can't remember...it's been 30 years, but these were the guys I used to pay a lot of mind to. I liked the way Stay High 149 would hit up the insides with the Voice of the Ghetto which always made you stop and look at it. He had great style.
Once I got to the trains I wanted to return again. Lama took me over to the Kingston Avenue layup and then to New Lots. We started going everywhere in Brooklyn and became almost like brothers. He took me to Atlantic Avenue to watch trains. Atlantic Avenue was our writers bench in Brooklyn. There Lama would introduce me to Falcon 789 who had great style back then. He used to hang out there often. He would later give me style when at the time I was bombing the trains with quick simple pieces. There I would also meet Diablo who I became very tight with and other Brooklyn subway killers like Tee 3YB and his brother Stim 3YB.
We both took trips to the Bronx, at 149th Street writers bench where Lama would introduce me to Cliff 159 and Riff 170. The dude knew a lot of writers back then and you could say that's when I was really getting into subway bombing. My goal then was to be all city. Lama started losing his dedication and started going less and less. But being that I was meeting so many writers...for example...a guy would say to me that he was going to the 1 line and I would say I always wanted to hit that line and we would head there or I would take them to a few spots I knew.
I lived right on top of the A yard which at the time held EEs, CCs, GGs, As, and Ds. In there I would meet ODD 1 who was king of that yard in 1974, plus others like Clet, Saint 150, Pro 2 and so many other dudes. So many writers at that time thought ODD1 lived in the A yard because his name was all over that yard and on every single train that was parked in there.
I can remember meeting writers even in my own High School I went to in Brooklyn that was in a neighborhood that was all white and a little racist. I met
I wrote with so many writers and I made it my business to. You would take the train and you would bump into a graffiti writers. They would tell you about a layup and BOOM! you were bombing it that very night. Some of the dudes I wrote with were Lama, Diablo, Tee, Stim, Rise, Danger 59, Falcon 789, Shot
A writer I remember who was in a class by himself was Riff 170. The guy did some incredible art at the time. NO ONE could compete with the trains he did. He wrote under so many names and did whole cars under each of them. I remember dudes sitting at the subway station just waiting until one of his whole cars would go by. The man should have his work hanging in the museum of Graffiti art or Guggenheim museum .
The 1 line was one of my favorite lines to hit. I started hitting that line really hard one year once I met Dean and the BYB boys. I would go with them to the 1 Yard that was an elevated yard in an all white neighborhood and bombed it all night. At times we would take off to the underground 1 tunnel that was always very sweet to hit. Never had any problems with getting into those places or chased out any of those spots but can recall getting raided at the pull ins and pull outs in Brooklyn. I was hitting this place where the train would pull into the last stop of the station, park and wait for the next trip out.
The place was an outdoor train station and on the other side there were trees and a hill where we would run up, hit the lay-up with quick pieces on each subway car then run back down the hill and wait for the next train to roll into the station. It was like clockwork for us. One night I was with this writer from Brooklyn who wrote He 3. At the time he was all over the Ms, Js, and LLs. This one night he was with some of his boys, and they were making a lot of noise. We were all moving down to each car very quickly, when I looked out the corner of my eye and saw a few cops jump through the cars and grab He 3 and the writers he was with. The cops lined them up against the train car and started moving toward my way. I jumped in between the train cars onto the station, ran toward the exit of the station only to see two cops waiting for me there. I made a quick turn, jumped between the train cars once again down onto the hill, leaving those cops in my dust. I think that dude He 3 must have quit writing after that day because I never saw or heard from him again. That raid was pretty shaky.
I did a lot of pieces on the trains, but never went out looking for them with a camera. This is something I really regret. A photo I would like to find is a whole car I did at Zerega Avenue in the Bronx which had to be the best work I had ever done. I even amazed myself. I remember the whole train station was full of paint fumes. I just went crazy on the train, not caring if anyone spotted me doing it. When I finished it the sun was coming up then I took off. I remember it ran on the 6 line and a few writers saw it running, but I never got to see it which was a real shame.
By 1978 I started slowing down and went bombing a lot less than I used to. By the beginning of 1979 I stopped writing all together. I would still tag my name around here and there, but 1979 would be my last year of train bombing. I met my wife and had a family. I got a job with the City and started a little cable installation business for myself and never looked back until I got a call for a cable installation at a home somewhere in Long Island, which turned out to be the house of LIL SOUL 159. WOW...it's funny how life comes full circle. I would like to give a shout out to all of my old partners, Lama, Diablo. Rise, Dean, Falcon 789, ODD 1, Shot 5, Hurst, Ice 13, IC 2, RJ 2, and Pro 2. Sorry if I left anyone out, but it's been over 30 years.