“Notorious,” the story of the life and death of rapper the Notorious B.I.G. will be released tomorrow and I must say that I am excited.

I love films, especially biographic films. I enjoy watching the lives of celebrities and political figures and learning how they overcame poverty, their struggles and rose to fame. Some of my favorite biographic films include: “What’s Love Gotta Do With It” about the life of Tina Turner, “The Buddy Holly Story,” “Frida.” “The Jacksons: The American Dream” and my most recent favorite, “Milk,” a beautiful film about the life and death of gay activist Harvey Milk.

Even though I enjoyed these films, I never knew what it was like to live during those time periods.

Well tomorrow, however, I can say ‘I remember that.’ Many people in their 20s can say that they know who the Notorious B.I.G. is and that his music was present in most of their teenage years.

I remember when I was 15-years-old, waking up a Sunday morning, turning on the radio and hearing that he was murdered the night before at 24-years-old. I remember going to school the next day and everyone talking about it. I remember kids planning to ditch school to attend his public funeral in Brooklyn. I remember kids rushing to the music store to buy his album “Life after Death” that was released two weeks after he was murdered. And what I remember most was his music.

The music our parents called garbage, but us teens loved. The music that played at our school dances, the music that I listened to as I gossiped with my cousins, the music that was fun, vulgar, and spoke to us.

He was the most successful rapper during those times. The times when we were young, carefree and naive.

Tomorrow, some 20-somethings may be taken back, hearing songs that were the soundtrack to their young lives.

Caption: Notorious B.I.G. accepts 1995 Billboard Award for Best Rapper (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan).