I grew up in New York... t'was very similar.
Not much different. Every time you walk out of your freaking house someone is slapping you for some reason. But they don't control you. They just smack you up and say "heyyy.. this is neeww yaawwkkkkkkkkkkkk"
Once I finally found a domesticated neighborhood (50+) miles from NYC.... it had to be the dumbest most cheesesetak filled life ever! lol.
So I flew out w/ my daddio in Compton, Ca.... near long beach. Man I was all over the place. People everywhere. Loved it. liked it.. at times hated it. then this one time... I heard this sound... like a beat.. it was POWER. I heard it again.. I went and asked my dad and he got me a tip top Kenwood Keyboard.
The rest is history.