July 25, 2005
ROLLING DOWN MY WINDOWS, YEAH, I HAVE AN AIR CONDITIONER/BUT I GOT THE SOUND I WANT THE WORLD TO LISTEN TO
Franklin's fitna bust! I am afraid my friend will be disappointed—he already knows what the EMP paper said, and my exchange with Rob is taking a turn that I don't think many will find particularly finger-pointing. My interest now, having spent ten years letting the snark bleed out of my tank, is trying to pin down the historical moment, what went into it, and what came out of it. I am reasonably sure I've identified the rupture, and I know my own preferences (the least interesting part of this) but I am not 100% sure I've figured out why everything flowed the way it did. I, not remarkably, have guesses, but these will hopefully lead to nothing as predictable as a spitball game. "Cam'ron!" "No, Cat Power!" bla bla bla.
For the most dully obvious of starters; I am an indie musician, and no matter how much I was hoping Pete Rock would sample Ui and I'd end up at D&D producing M.O.P., Ui signified, circulated and earned in the neighborhood of indie bands, not dancefloors and Billboard charts. And whatever Aerosmith record I think I am making now will not likely change this cold, hard bed. (That's the part where this is about more than what songs we like to make and listen to.)
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