i’ll deliver myself
Today is Rich Terfry's birthday. Buck 65 . The Has, the Slam; the Boss, the Man. I posted a quick note about it on Twitter, and a long distance rap friend replied a bit scornfully with "why do you still idolize this guy?" And it was a nice opportunity to reflect - why do I? Here's what i told him...
just a few things i been listening to this week, no deep central connecting theme. some old favourites, some recent discoveries, some mistakes.
There's a canon of great and classic Wu-Tang Clan songs, but when they were first coming out, a lot of us voluntarily overwhelmed our whole lives with the worlds they created, down to the smallest details. These songs weren't singles & don't get played out, but formed part of it all.
The Mayor and I got really excited about the New Jack Swing aesthetic of that new Bruno Mars & Cardi B song, so we had a little YouTube party about it. When I went home, my head was stuck in the 90s. I'm also reading the 33⅓ book about Dummy and how Portishead worked behind the scenes, so somewhere between those two nodes, my subconscious triangulated this part funky, part moody 90s house party tape.
i promised myself 