Fela Kuti-”Monday Morning in Lagos”
July 16th, 2008
I am under the impression that there is no such thing as the wrong morning to listen to “Monday Morning in Lagos. ”
MP3: Fela Kuti-”Monday Morning In Lagos” (Left-Click)
I am under the impression that there is no such thing as the wrong morning to listen to “Monday Morning in Lagos. ”
MP3: Fela Kuti-”Monday Morning In Lagos” (Left-Click)
So there’s this.
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/music/la-et-nas12-2008jul12,0,6432984.story
Before the Nas Stanley Kowalski’s start bellowing “Stella (matic)” in the comments section allow me to make a few brief points:
1. I do believe Nas is sincere. Unfortunately, he’s a victim of the imperial bloat of his own mind. When enough people tell you you’re a genius you start to believe it. Not every poet is a prophet and vice-versa. Unfortunately, Nas isn’t aware that the two terms are mutually exclusive. He’s rap’s Ezra Pound. Not the good Pound. The ranting, controversy-stirring fascist of the end. Or did you find “hip-hop is dead?” an example of extraordinary liberalism?
2. As Tal Rosenberg saliently points out: “Nas forgets that what made him great when he was younger wasn’t “hunger,” it was that he was deft at being on the outside looking in rather than from on top polemicizing to people who couldn’t care less. Nas is about observation, not contemplation. The latter breeds the former instead of the other way around.”
3. With the exception of “Fried Chicken” and “Queens Get the Money,” these beats are fucking awful.
4. Wale’s “The Kramer,” has more complexity and nuance in just one song than does the entirety of Untitled. Hell, I’d probably even argue the same for “Get Cha’ Issue” off II Trill.
5. I’m sure someone is going to chime in with the standard, “aww…stupid white boy, what do you know about racism or the African-American experience” card. And yes, I understand that few white people outside of maybe John Howard Griffin or Brother Ali can truly ever understand what it’s like to deal with racism on a daily basis.
But Nas’ critique feels stale to me, the sort of divisive old-guard radicalism that ultimately helped tear the country asunder, whether done by Black Panthers or by the ultra-right wing wack jobs that hijacked the government for the last eight years. Thankfully, it’s a different time and America’s on the precipice of hopefully electing its first black President, one whose ideology is predicated upon uniting people across divides and ending exclusionary politics. Of course, this will never redress hundreds of years of racial ills, but at the very least, it’s a damn good reason to be optimistic. Nas seems reactionary, stuck in the past, kicking, screaming, refusing to move on.
I won’t get into the problematic glorification of Farrakhan either. Because even though the man has been quoted saying, that “false Jews promote the filth of Hollywood that is seeding the American people and the people of the world and bringing you down in morals…The wicked Jews that promote lesbianism and homosexuality,” I’d probably be willing to let it slide if the record sounded good. Hell, Erykah Badu gives a similar nod to Farrakhan on New Amerykah and her album remains a lock for my top-10. Besides, I still blame the Jews for Gene Simmons.
Ok. You can hate me now.
Download:
MP3: Nas-”Queens Get The Money”
MP3: Nas ft. Busta Rhymes-”Fried Chicken”
Ginsu’ing a sample from The Parson Redheads’ “Full Moon,” Zilla Rocca enlists Philly underground kingpin Reef The Lost Cauze and fellow Clean Gun, Nico the Beast, to create the sort of posse cut that explains why Beat Garden and the entire Philly scene deserve more press than the dozen or so music blogs that continually champion them. All three rappers deliver impressively but Nico might steal the show by declaring “I’ll stomp your face like the Power Pad,” therein making him the front-runner for the annual MF Doom Award for Great Punchlines That Somehow No One Thought of Before. I’m posting The Parson Redheads’ source sample below, if you don’t have it by now you should.
Also, since I’m on the topic, this Clap Cowards post on the Wayne-A-Tron 8000 deserved to blow up more than it did. That is all.
Download:
MP3: Zilla Rocca ft. Reef The Lost Cauze & Nico the Beast-”Get That Gun”
MP3: The Parson Redheads-”Full Moon”
Summer Jamz ‘08 #14: Douglas Reinhardt’s “Sugar Pies and Lullabies”
http://www.sendspace.com/file/josps9
Sometimes, Douglas Reinhardt blogs at Skeet on Mischa. Sometimes, he blogs at Defamer. At all times, he is well-caffeinated.
Each Summer Jam is proudly co-hosted with Screw Rock N’ Roll.
Track Listing:
1. “Fresh” by Daft Punk
2. “Bring It On” by Playgroup Featuring Kathleen Hannah
3. “Ring The Alarm” by Tenor Saw
4. “Say Wussup” by Small Breed
5. “Skeleton” by Abe Vigoda
6. “Dance Walhalla” by Times New Viking
7. “Skulls” by The Misfits
8. “The Search For Cherry Red” by Jonathan Fire Eater
9. “ Challenge The Throne” by Mika Miko
10. “Standing By The Sea” by Husker Du
11. “See You Again” by Miley Cyrus
12. “Sleeper Hold” by No Age
13. “Cohesion” by The Minutemen
14. “Postcards From Tiny Islands” by The Walkmen
15. “ I Can’t Get My Eyes Off” by Prefuse 73
16. “Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours” by Wu Tang Clan
17. “ Open The Gate” (Dub) by King Tubby & Lee Perry
18. “Redondo Beach” (Live) by Morrissey
19. “Your Hand In Mine” by Explosions In The Sky
20. “Le Soleil Est Pres De Moi” (Automator Remix) by Air
21. “Silent Morning” by The Rapture
22. “Dark Days” by DJ Shadow
23. “Goodnight Assholes” by David Cross
Any collection of summer jamz, mixtapes have to be an odd assortment of new and old. Stuff to sing along with, but without having to dig out that old Pennywise chestnut, “Bro Hymn” while on that late night drive. Stuff to get you excited while still on that late night drive and the stoplights are not in your favor. And with the new stuff hopefully over time will become the sing along classics or the songs that you air drum along with while stuck on the freeway. It’s a cliché, but there’s a good reason why it’s a cliché, summer jamz are the soundtrack to our lives and memories. Hearing that one song might remember that day at the beach where the MILF tried to pick you up or that night where you heard terrible second hand accounts of how the local scene kids got into a fight with a bunch of frat guys at the go to 24 hour fast food place; my memories and the second hand tales I heard involved a girl dumping an entire bowl of pico de gallo on somebody at four in the morning, which lead to the 24 hour place no longer being open for 24 hours a day.
Knowing me, the problem in making this could’ve been going overboard with the current crop of LA punk stuff. Instead, I kept it to a minimum, thankfully, but it could’ve easily been a very premature ‘Best Of No Age’ mix. Instead, there’s one No Age song and a couple other Smell related bands. These songs also hint at my current quarter life musical crisis; hence the Morrissey, the Misfits, and Miley Cyrus. Then again, every summer needs a great pop song and oddly, “See You Again” is a great pop song with a catchy chorus and easy to dance beat. I think for the most part, the mix plays out like a child/Artie Lange crashing after a sugar overload. Very fast, very anxious in the beginning and then it just falls into a deep slumber at the end. I highly suggest listening the last couple of tunes during a sunset with a nice, ice cold tall can of Tecate wrapped in a brown paper bag in your hand. Also, apparently, there’s a skeleton motif, so that goes out to all of the psych majors.
As my mixtape tradition dictates, thank you to: The Usual Suspects, all the girls at the American Apparel stores that won’t give me the time of the day, Greg Ginn, Diablo Cody, Old Town Pasadena, Jiffy Lube, Albertacos, Swingers, The Donut Place Next To The Detroit Bar, David Lynch, Baba Boey, Leighton Meester “Wizards Of Waverly Place,” Hip Hop, Miller High Life, Gingers, Sun Dresses, Frank Bascombe, Don Drapper, and Barack Obama.
Hadn’t heard this burner off of EPMD’s first comeback record, Back in Business, in a hot minute. Randomly, it came on a friend’s car last night, and subsequently started an impromptu rap-a-long, as indeed, this is “da joint.”
Question to ponder: have any two worse rappers made as much great rap music as EPMD?
Download:
MP3: EPMD: ”Da Joint”
While The Strokes presumably endure their beards and exotic religion phase, Albert Hammond Jr. has cranked out two solo albums in as many years. While they won’t make many year-end lists, both are well-crafted and eminently listenable records. This recent Pitchfork review pretty much nails it.
When I spoke to Albert he seemed like a reasonably nice fellow. down to earth, and really appreciative of the fact that the non-singing rhythm guitarist from The Strokes could have a viable solo career. I’m posting two of the best songs from his most recent album, Como Te Llama? The latter is called “Victory at Monterrey.” I presume it deals with a squabble with some unruly sea lions.
LA Times: Albert Hammond Jr.-Solo Albert Hammond Jr. is a Stroke of Good Fortune
Download:
MP3: Albert Hammond Jr.-”GFC”
MP3: Albert Hammond Jr.-”Victory at Monterey”
Douglas Martin is a singer/songwriter living in Seattle. He records and blogs under the name Fresh Cherries From Yakima.. He may be the best musician with “Cherry” in his name since Neneh Cherry. Screw you Cherry Poppin’ Daddies.
Summer Jamz ‘08 #13: Douglas Martin’s Days and Nights
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vudu8d
Most years, I go back and forth about whether I enjoy hot or cold weather more. Would I rather bundle up and crank the heat up as far as I can without setting my blinds on fire, or would I rather withstand not having an air-conditioner in my apartment for the sake of a few extra hours of daylight and the ability to rock Super V-Neck Tees that veer dangerously close to making me look like a bald-headed girl? (Note: I’m actually using music and blogging as a front to jump-start my American Apparel modeling career.) It could be because of the tunes, it could be because of the innumerable pints of White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream, or it could be because in Seattle, we had our hottest day of the year in April. Whatever the reason, in 2008, summer wins.
So, in a method to reinforce to everyone how pretentious I am, my tape is somewhat conceptual; an aural journey of a beautiful summer day, from the moment your head leaves the pillow it’s still damp from drool, to the moment where your eyelids are heavy and you’re nodding off like you’re on dope (no Pusha T). And, as a favor to the world, I’ve opted not to include any actual Fresh Cherries from Yakima songs. You’re welcome.
ALTERNATE THESIS: What’s summer if you can’t throw a chick on the track like Just Blaze? You’ll understand where I’m getting at in a minute.
SIDE A: DAY.
1. Bill Callahan- Day:
Like nearly every young black man that was brought in the South (North Carolina, stand up), I was raised in the church. And when I say raised in the church, I mean raised: Bible Study on Wednesday nights, Children’s Choir Practice on Saturday afternoons, Sunday School on Sunday morning, Regular Service directly after, and I had to BEG my grandmother to let me stay home from Sunday Evening Service, or I’d just pretend that I didn’t finish my homework. “Day” is Bill Callahan in his Johnny-Cash-Gone-Gospel phase, with bouncing drums, pianos, tambourines and soulful background vocals. It sounds like something my grandma would have played while fixing me some hash browns on Sunday morning, clapping along in her kitchen. Sometimes, I can picture her calling me up and asking why I don’t go to church anymore. I’d probably tell her it’s because my homework’s not done.
2. PWRFL Power- It’s Okay:
This is as close as “indie” gets to a children’s song, and I mean that in the best possible way. With it’s bright chords and prodigious fingerpicking, “It’s Okay” is the perfect audio companion for a beautiful Pacific-Northwest summer day. Sometimes, I play the song for my four-year-old niece, and she dances around gleefully. I’m just glad that I haven’t yet had to explain to her what it means when Kaz Nomura sings, “It’s okay to release your powerful power.” When the time comes, that’ll be her mother’s job.
3. The Mountain Goats- Itzcuintli-Totzli Days:
In my opinion, John Darnielle is the Mike Jordan of the mic recordings, my favorite lyricist of all-time. “Itzcuintli-Totzli Days,” couples Aztec mythology with vivid images of summer (naked shoulders, a bunny stomping all over the garden) to make a spectacular sing-along, perfect for summer afternoons. Plus, if I can out myself as a Goats geek for a minute, there aren’t many female background singers with harmonies as beautiful as the Bright Mountain Choir; the only thing that even comes close are those girls from the Dirty Projectors. Another Mountain Goats tune appropriate for the Summer of 2008 is “Cubs in Five,” due to the spectacular season the Cubbies are having, and because baseball is the only great American sport going on right now. I mean, what are you going to watch, Wimbledon?
4. Abe Vigoda- Animal Ghosts:
Have you ever been drunk in the mid-afternoon, like really fucking shitfaced? You know, when the combination of booze and sun makes you all bleary-eyed and squinting, struggling to see your friend two feet ahead of you? Well, whenever I listen to “Animal Ghosts,” it reminds me of the feeling, all the way down to the lyrics, which I can only pick out every third or fourth word. I can hardly understand what people are saying when I’m drunk, too.
5. TV on the Radio- Staring at the Sun:
In spite of being terribly literal, “Staring at the Sun” is a perfect summer song, because the guitars (or synths, or whatever the fuck they are) sound like they’ve been frying on the sidewalk along with the eggs on the hottest day of the year. The heavy pulsating of the whatever-the-fuck-they-are before the drums kick in reminds me of the feeling you get when it’s super hot, and your pulse is throbbing, searching for an ice cold bottle or glass of water to dump on yourself (No Busta Rhymes).
6. Vivian Girls- Wild Eyes:
Another song with guitars (they really are guitars this time) that sound like they’ve been cooking in the sun for way too long, only this time with corroded, proto-punk production, beautifully thrashing drums, and– at this point, a must for the Douglas Martin Summer– beautiful female vocals. “Wild Eyes” sounds like the cute girls you wanted to date (preferably all, but at least one), beating the shit out of their instruments in your neighbor’s garage, all artsy cool and charming amateurishness. Why didn’t the whole “Shoegaze Girl-Group” thing get thought of sooner?
7. Modest Mouse- Perfect Disguise:
Issac Brock is a lyricist’s lyricist. Adam Brody (probably the only-and-last time an O.C. cast member gets name-dropped sans sarcasm on a music blog) once famously said that Brock’s lyrics “held the secret to the universe,” which is hard for me to disagree with. But, beyond the talk of the creation of the world (”3rd Planet”), characteristic moody centerpieces (”Lives”), and an Aesopian fable about his sister getting eaten by animals (”Wild Packs of Family Dogs”), The Moon and Antarctica also showed Brock’s singular talent as a brilliant kiss-off artist: “Need me to fall down/So you can climb up/Some fool-ass ladder/Well, good luck/I hope, I hope there’s something better up there.”
8. Radiohead- Let Down:
In Spin Magazine’s 20 Years of Alternative Music book, Will Hermes writes about listening to Ok Computer in an ice cream parlor, specifically referencing “Let Down” as the perfect song to listen to while getting your two (or three, you fucking glutton) scoops. The heart-wrenchingly gorgeous guitar line from Jonny Greenwood sort of sends your mind into a vertigo of vivid colors as Thom Yorke beautifully harmonizes with himself about being squashed in the ground. Now, I get the sort of gooseflesh you get from eating too much ice cream not only when I hear the song, but every time I eat ice cream, because the song plays in my head every time I have a waffle cone in my hand.
9. Jay-Z- Never Change:
It wouldn’t be a Summer Jamz mix without the once-reigning-and-undisputed and the current owner-and-proprietor of Summer. “Never Change,” may not remind of you summer at first, but with its Kanye-helmed beat and open-hearted nostalgia, it’s perfect for driving around the city on a hot summer night with all the windows down and the streetlights and buildings buzzing past you. The Original Mr. Carter not only drops serious words of wisdom (”We all fish, better teach your folk,” “Chains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees”), but also creates a hustler’s anthem. Even the closest you’ve ever come to hustling is fucking off your Summer Reading to mow lawns, Hov’s got you. Fuck y’all; we needed money for Atari.
10. Raekwon- Heaven and Hell:
Outside of Outkast, Rae and Ghost are rap’s perfect dynamic duo. They’re don’t have the the Felix and Oscar (please tell me you guys got the Odd Couple reference; peace to Nick at Nite) push-and-pull that Big and Dre 3000 proudly display; they’re at times too similar. However, their styles compliment each other perfectly, especially over this all-time-great RZA soul beat, with Rae waking up at ten, “about to make moves that slide like grease,” and Ghost being Ghost, seeing some cat “up in Bojangles, strangling a 40-Oz./With 10-G’s worth of gold bangles.” The melancholy backdrop is so wonderful, it doesn’t really matter that Rae and Ghost do two-minutes worth of shout-outs at the end; you just wanna play it until it’s over.
11. Cave Singers- Elephant Clouds:
With it’s shimmering guitars and galloping drums, “Elephant Clouds” is perfect for driving into the sunset.
12. The Walkmen- Thinking of a Dream I Had:
Starting off with an 80’s Hardcore-Punk riff and a tribal thump, when the organ comes in on the chorus, it sounds like The Walkmen are ushering summer in themselves. Hamilton Leithauser drunkenly singing, “We’re gonna have a good time tonight,” works very well with what’s going on musically, and works as a great accompaniment to the sun going on. Then, suddenly, there’s an apeshit crescendo, with Leithauser screaming, “NOONE SPEAKS TO ME THAT WAY,” and you’re left hoping that his night goes as good as he originally thought.
SIDE B: NIGHT.
13. Panda Bear- I’m Not:
When I famously stated that my mom loves Person Pitch(!), I was talking to her about what she liked about the album. She pointed out that there are some songs on the album are great for falling asleep to, and cited “I’m Not” specifically (as “the one where it sounds like the only thing he’s saying is ‘I’m not’ the whole time”). The repetitive, high-pitched vocal sample, coupled with the soft drums and Noah Lennox’s eternally boyish, ethereal vocals amazingly prove that you don’t need expensive synths to do ambient music.
14. 50 Cent- Heat:
Remember when people actually liked 50 Cent? When those G-Unit Mixtapes came and spread like napalm throughout the rap consciousness, making Get Rich or Die Tryin’ one of the fastest-selling rap records of all-time (A million in a week is impressive, especially these days, Weezy, but 50 sold 800,000+ in four days)? That’s because Get Rich signified the arrival of a bulletproof asshole, an overabundantly charismatic anti-hero who smiled (albeit with as much nihilism in his heart as Manson, but still) more than he scowled, giggling with childlike glee everytime gunshots were fired. In “Heat,” among providing probably the best song of 50’s career, Curtis brilliantly sums up summer in TWO BARS: “In the ‘hood, summertime is the killin’ season/It’s hot out this bitch, that’s a good ’nuff reason!” Maybe this is the reason Dom Imus had his right to intelligently speak on race relations in America revoked for a second-straight time.
Furthermore, It’s a crying shame we (who aren’t haters) ended up being wrong about 50.
15. The Microphones- Solar System:
Starting out with a flurry of unlistenable white noise (you might want to turn the volume down for the first thirty seconds or so), Phil Elvrum, with gorgeous backing harmonies, singing about being haunted by the memories of a girl (I think), repeating at the end, “I know you’re out there.” The wistful sadness of the track (spoiler alert: MORE FEMALE BACKING HARMONIES) makes it a lock for a summer night.
16. Bonnie “Prince” Billy- Raining in Darling:
The beginning of the track continues in the same wistful sadness that I talked about with the previous track, but the end of the song is the payoff, where the drums crash in a climax with Will Oldham wailing, “It don’t rain anymore.”
17. No Age- Semi-Sorted:
Whenever I listen to No Age (for all intents and purposes, probably my favorite new band of the last few years), it reminds me of their hometown of Los Angeles, a city in which I’ve never visited, but none of the good things. I’m talking dirty beaches, smoggy air, abandoned air, and heat, heat heat. Of course, being a Northwest kid, I’m sure I’m stereotyping, but I think the dirt and the grime of big cities are much more attractive than a gentrified metropolis. “Semi-Sorted” starts out with a couple minutes of dirty, dingy ambiance which threatens to run longer in length the actual “song” part of the song, then kicks in with guitar squall, a four-on-the-floor kick stomp, and Dean Spunt’s boyish vocals. Then, the song goes from introverted-stomp to visceral-stomp, and the next thing you know, it’s over, just like summer.
18. Weezer- Only in Dreams:
Before we get too far off the subject of artists that peaked early (see also: Cent, 50), Weezer’s eponymous debut (”Well, fuck, half their catalog is eponymous, Douglas Martin”) was probably rock music’s first grunge-pop record, with distortion and winks of feedback showing up as much as the incredibly studied pop songwriting. This, the album-ending opus, is much like driving at night during a road trip; peaks and valleys and quiet and loud and long crescendos. I dare you to listen to it and not get the opening bass riff stuck in your head.
19. Cat Power- Back of Your Head:
“Back of Your Head” is like the late-night, drunk-and-teary-eyed phone call from an ex really late at night, with Chan Marshall’s simple-but-catchy fingerpicking and her vocal rambling and bleak pessimism (”Can’t you see that we’re going to hell?”). This is the perfect soundtrack for the comedown, and proof that Marshall was way hotter back when she was batshit crazy.
20. Tiny Vipers- The Downward:
Hands Across the Void, Tiny Vipers’ sad-and-beautiful debut, is perfect for a sweltering-hot and deeply depressive summer night, a soundtrack for drowning in post-bar night caps, thinking about your past. The drones at the end of this song is probably the closest thing music comes to staring inside of an abyss.
21. Bill Callahan- Night:
With its twinkling glockenspiel and sparse piano line, “Night” is a beautiful piece to end your night, falling in-and-out of sleep right after your head hits the pillow. The lyrics themselves could even be about the summer sun: “We stand under it/But we don’t understand it.”
douglas martin
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There really isn’t much more to add than what I said in the piece. One of the world’s premier geniuses playing at one of the world’s premier venues. If you couldn’t find at least some sort of minor transcendence, you clearly weren’t looking hard enough. As I said, in the first draft, had they re-tried the Scopes evolution case in 2008, the creationist argument would best be bolstered by a trip to see Stevie Wonder sing at the Hollywood Bowl on a perfect summer night. All the classics were accounted for. “Superstition,” “Signed, Sealed & Delivered,” “Livin’ in the City,” etc. You can imagine.
Unrelated fun fact of the day: Stevie Wonder’s real name is Stevland Hardaway Judkins.
LA Times: Live-Stevie Wonder at the Hollywood Bowl
Download:
MP3: Stevie Wonder-”Master Blaster (Jammin’)”
MP3: Stevie Wonder-”Livin’ For the City”
MP3: Stevie Wonder-”Don’t You Worry About a Thing”
MP3: Stevie Wonder-”I Wish”
Summer Jamz ‘08 #12: Disco Vietnam Presents Soul Korea: The Ultimate Summer Blunt Sesh
http://sharebee.com/8b113323
http://discovietnam.muxtape.com/
Each Summer Jam is proudly co-hosted with Screw Rock N’ Roll
01. Aretha Franklin – I Get High
02. Spanky Wilson – You
03. Syl Johnson – Concrete Reservation
04. Smith – I Just Wanna Make Love to You
05. The Dynamics – Funky Key
06. J.R. Bailey – Everything I Want I See in You
07. Detroit Emeralds – Til You Decide to Come Home
08. Lynn Williams – Don’t Be Surprised
09. Barbara & the Browns – I’m Gonna Start a War
10. Undisputed Truth – Ma
11. Chicago Gangsters – Smoke
12. Curtis Mayfield – Back to the World
We aspire to the condition of sustained groove. Separate the English from the Dutch and discard its useless entrails on the sun-baked parking lot asphalt beside your front left tire. Gentlemen, we can rebuild it; we have the technology. Fingers of stone grind purple golden nuggets into dust. Paper folded over firmly, enveloped in its vanilla leaf, twisted into a cone-shaped cannon. Better. Stronger. Faster. A spark, a flame. Bye-bye. The Jedi, from NY, stalking city sidewalks cuttin’ headz before we rotate back to the world.
The tracks selected for Disco Vietnam Presents Soul Korea all share the crucial yet elusive element of groove, each song more dangerously absorbing than the last. Soul Korea is reserved for those gorgeous summer days spent trapped in windowless office dungeons connecting plots and collecting props. When the clock strikes 5:00pm you’re free to leave but that sure as hell doesn’t mean you’re free. Soul Korea is part reminder, part reprieve; if you’ve earned it you deserve it. An hour of true freedom a day and everyday is your birthday.
New track from the Abstract, swiped via Clap Cowards. Supposedly, this is an early leak from Tip’s Universal/Motown release, The Renaissance. As it stands, the project’s website has a “coming soon” banner, so who knows if it’ll actually see the light of day. Mark Ronson did the beat and I have to say that between this and the Nas/Busta cut, “Fried Chicken,” he’s emerging as of the best producers in hip-hop right now. And yes, in case you were wondering, it was extremely difficult to write that last sentence.
Download:
MP3: Q-Tip-”Gettin‘ Up”
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