
It was the Sunday following Biggie’s murder. Campbell Funeral Chapel near East 81st Street on Madison Avenue.

On March 16, McGregor, along with hundreds of other mourners, stood outside the Frank E. “What is this violence that’s now pervading our culture? What role did we as journalists play in promoting ? It forced us as a community to really look closely at our roles. “This is the death of another of our icons what does that mean?” Tracii McGregor, former editor at The Source, remembers wondering. The memory of Tupac Shakur’s senseless murder less than seven months months prior was fresh on everyone’s spirit. An instant classic of 1990s hip-hop, Life After Death dropped two weeks later I’d already reviewed it for the now-defunct Rap Pages magazine, in an issue sporting photographer Barron Claiborne’s legendary portrait of Biggie: crimson-tinged, golden crown cocked to the side. I was 26, and had been chipping away at music journalism for three years. My girlfriend called, distraught with the details, from right outside the Peterson Automotive Museum where Biggie had been killed. (She was in L.A.) I called my answering machine to check the messages back at my own place in Brooklyn, two blocks down from 226 St. Early that Sunday morning, I rolled out of bed in the Jersey City apartment of my girlfriend to walk her terrier. at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, of gunshots from a drive-by shooting following a Vibe magazine party. the Notorious B.I.G.-was pronounced dead at 1:15 a.m. On March 9, Christopher George Latore Wallace-the beloved bad boy Biggie Smalls, a.k.a.
