If these two could reconcile after Jay-Z fucked Nas’ baby mama and then told the world about it, how difficult could it be for me and Bradford of Deerhunter to squash our short-lived and obviously absurd beef, one most aptly summarized by Maura of Idolator as making you regret the invention of the Internet? The answer: not hard at all. Bradford sent me a very kind and apologetic e-mail yesterday and in return I did the same. In short, shit is all good. I’d explain more, but Bradford’s already done so on his own blog, so go there and while you’re at it, you ought to download some of the mixes he’s posted. They’re good. I’ll be posting a mix on their blog sometime in the next week and hopefully, he’ll do the same on the Passion. Thanks for the kind e-mails of support and for all the hateful comments that called for my head on a platter. Both were equally entertaining.
Fuck That Beef Shit, That Shit is Played Out
If these two could reconcile after Jay-Z fucked Nas’ baby mama and then told the world about it, how difficult could it be for me and Bradford of Deerhunter to squash our short-lived and...
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