Guidos IROCS & Freestyle North Jersey in the 80s

Guidos IROCS & Freestyle North Jersey in the 80s….

First and foremost when I say Jersey Guido’s I do not I REPEAT I DO NOT mean those buffoons on that half-brained Mtv Show The Jersey Shore. Where only one or two of the jackasses were actually from Jersey. They were all mostly from the other side of the Bridge.

Now I am not saying we don’t have douchebags in Jersey, but they are our douchebags a little different from you Brooklyn or Staten Island Douchebag.

And by the way Mtv Fuck You you suck for releasing that STD-filled dumpster fire of a show.

 Sadly that is how it is today you have to be a total ass clown to be famous nowadays the public just eats you up and makes you more famous than GOD himself.

Anyhoo…

The 80s Jersey Guido was basically a carryover from your 50s 60s and 70s Guido. Except for now we rolled our sweat pants up, wore Reebok or any other high top sneaker that was not a pair of Chuck Taylors. Yea we didn’t wear Chucks anymore. We still had the Gold Chains and our hair was either slicked back or spiked some of us grew the back of our hair long and dyed it blonde (Yep that was me)

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You see Guido’s died out from 81 to 83 but by the end of 84 and the start of ’85 oh it was on and coming on hard.

If you worked out at the Gym a sweatshirt with the collar cut out and sleeves from the elbow down cut out and you wore a tank top underneath (Yep that was me too) it was always optional to take the sweatshirt and gold chains off before getting into a fight. Hence the Phrase “Hold My Gold I’m Gonna Kick His Ass” Believe it or not that phrase is used just as much as ” I need some Cologne before I go in there, you got any Cologne before I go back to the car?”

If you were to get dressed up you wore a nice pair of pants maybe jeans, Z. Cavaricci really didn’t get popular until 1989 into the 90s. I was a gear head Nickey Newarker so it was guinea Ts (Before they were called wife-beaters thanks to the rednecks on COPS for messing up our shit) Sweatshirts or Hoodies and Sweatpants rolled up a little past my calves. And my black hightop Reeboks.

I was a working Guido many of us were I pumped gas at the local gas station. Actually, I’m Sicilian/Irish my mom being the Sicilian, and my dad the Irishman. My parents worked I worked there was no Gym-Tan Laundry like the rich spoiled douchebags on The Jersey Shore. Real Jersey Guido’s had jobs when to the gym when we could and worked on our cars and raced them on the street.

That was not all Guido’s many were jocks played football or soccer even baseball or lacrosse. Their parents did well for themselves either had good jobs or had their own contracting, landscaping, or pizza business. My dad was a Teamster and my mom worked at the local cleaners we were middle class for sure. Not many ultra-rich Guidos in my area for the record I lived in Maplewood/Newark and Kearny. You would find the rich guidos in Livingston, East Rutherford, and a few other towns.

Now for the record we didn’t fist pump……………………..Everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……

Now you didn’t necessarily have to be Italian or Part Italian to be a Guido, the Spanish kids were into the same things we were. Some just liked the music and the style we had and vice versa. And we didn’t care when we were hanging on the ave, diner parking lot or wherever

. It didn’t matter where you were from, what you nationality or color you were. If you were cool and liked hanging out till the wee hours of the night cruising Bloomfield or Kearny ave or long parkway trips to Sensations or The Bamboo in Seaside Heights or D,Jais in Bellmawr it was all good.

And well Freestyle music was king Stevie B, TKA, Company B, and many other awesome freestyle artists. Now I had a diverse upbringing and I was a metalhead before I was a Guido many of us here. Some Guido’s listened to freestyle only no ifs ands or Buts. Now if you liked a chick you had to listen to what she wanted to or else be the Bud Bundy of the night.

Now muscle cars were in and very cheap back then, but when the new IROCS, Trans Ams, and Mustang GTs came out well it didn’t hurt to have a car like that and a hot poufy-haired Guidette in your passenger seat neither My very first car was a 67 Camaro SS 4 speed, when when I eventually worked and saved I eventually got my ’86 Z28 not an IROC but the same thing.

The 80s was a weird decade for sure, but it was awesome the diners. The Music. The Memories and looking back the start of many things, many good things actually. Were there fights? yep.. Was there Heartbreak? For sure.. But there was a lot of togetherness and good times.

You can just stand on the avenue meet someone for the first time driving by and be friends for life.

Guido Terminology….

Fuck Outta Here…. Could mean either stop bullshitting me or go some where’s else with that shit.

Your Sister’s Ass … The short version of Up your sisters ass or shove it up your sisters ass..

Yo What The Fuck… This could either be a question or a statement depends on the situation

Keep Talking Mother Fucker… Means stop what you are saying right now or you get a smack.

Well that is it for now if you didn’t know now you know…

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