Finally, proof beyond reasonable doubt that hip-hop is dead after all. Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted.
Bad news first. The Nas piece didn’t happen. Seems he’d rather talk to nonentities like DJ Semtex rather than the internationally renowned and respected likes of…your humble correspondent.
“Ringo, you’re the man. I will forever be in awe of your testicular fortitude.”
Trying to be positive, but. The PR was apologetic and promised to reschedule for this week. It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m determined to remain optimistic. Whatever shit life throws at you, it’s important to stay optimistic. I learned that from Nas.
Sorry, Elro. The most exciting release of the week is a retail album. That’s one they’re asking money for. Blimey.
I’m not saying El-P isn’t a nice guy, Mike just comes over a whole lot more friendly. Where El-P plays a sociopath Mike’s a man of the people. I know which one I’d rather spend forty-five minutes with. A rare case of me actually regretting not having money for a vinyl copy.