i'm beginning to feel like i've been putting the faith that things will get better into the wrong places. maybe placing the weight of change on the wrong shoulders. maybe this should be the new mantra:
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Nobody's Listening ...
she lingers on my tongue like
the taste of words i forgot to say
before she was out of earshot.
drifting away,
aimlessly wandering behind my
lying eyes;
i'm pretty sure she can hear
the void
and can see her echo
in the chasm.
silent like the beating of a thousand wings
that cut through the moonlight.
she left with the tide,
bringing to bear the prophecy as told
by the gypsy woman on the shore
who refused to let me pass without
placing my palm in the tattered mess of
skin and scars she called hers.
she knew.
i knew, too.
[i forget yesterdays and
remember tomorrows where
i plan on having already been,
fresh with the knowledge that
you've already gone
while i've yet to come.]
now she lives only in that space
between nightmares and dreams;
only where i choose to dance
with her in my arms,
and count the stars in her stares.
last night i held her hand.
she sang.
somewhere between dreams and nightmares,
now you know where i hide.
"i feel safe in the darkness..."
the taste of words i forgot to say
before she was out of earshot.
drifting away,
aimlessly wandering behind my
lying eyes;
i'm pretty sure she can hear
the void
and can see her echo
in the chasm.
silent like the beating of a thousand wings
that cut through the moonlight.
she left with the tide,
bringing to bear the prophecy as told
by the gypsy woman on the shore
who refused to let me pass without
placing my palm in the tattered mess of
skin and scars she called hers.
she knew.
i knew, too.
[i forget yesterdays and
remember tomorrows where
i plan on having already been,
fresh with the knowledge that
you've already gone
while i've yet to come.]
now she lives only in that space
between nightmares and dreams;
only where i choose to dance
with her in my arms,
and count the stars in her stares.
last night i held her hand.
she sang.
somewhere between dreams and nightmares,
now you know where i hide.
"i feel safe in the darkness..."
Monday, April 6, 2009
LoveLine(s),DedicatedToLastFe'vrier ...
ever-present.
haunting,
looting my dreams and plundering my thoughts.
dead eyes,
porcelain smile.
[are you afraid?]
you don't deserve the
effort i put forth merely
trying to avoid
you.
[stop staring at me.]
but remember the time...?
your picture still makes my heart jump.
fuck.
* visit http://2dopeboyz.okayplayer.com ... sorry for jacking the image/track, but it moved me...this is the problem of cross-motivations. i was hearing/feeling one thing when i started to write, and then i made the mistake of allowing the music to let me shift gears. i need a better 'piece' to go along with this track...
haunting,
looting my dreams and plundering my thoughts.
dead eyes,
porcelain smile.
[are you afraid?]
you don't deserve the
effort i put forth merely
trying to avoid
you.
[stop staring at me.]
but remember the time...?
your picture still makes my heart jump.
fuck.
* visit http://2dopeboyz.okayplayer.com ... sorry for jacking the image/track, but it moved me...this is the problem of cross-motivations. i was hearing/feeling one thing when i started to write, and then i made the mistake of allowing the music to let me shift gears. i need a better 'piece' to go along with this track...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Left Behind ...
I've known faces that have disappeared in time
Find me wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime
All my friends have pictures made to make you cry
I've seen this and wondered what I've done to
Calcify...
(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away ...
- Slipknot, "Left Behind"
one of many photo essays about my city...
Detroit's Beautiful, Horrible Decline.
there's another i saw recently (a trend?), but i can't find it. i'll keep looking.
Find me wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime
All my friends have pictures made to make you cry
I've seen this and wondered what I've done to
Calcify...
(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away ...
- Slipknot, "Left Behind"
one of many photo essays about my city...
Detroit's Beautiful, Horrible Decline.
there's another i saw recently (a trend?), but i can't find it. i'll keep looking.
Like A Stone ...
pump-faking.
i really wanted to write tonight, too. just can't seem to get the words organized. or out. or formed.
guess i'll see if i can wait them out.
i got all night.
In the mean time...
i really wanted to write tonight, too. just can't seem to get the words organized. or out. or formed.
guess i'll see if i can wait them out.
i got all night.
In the mean time...
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
'D' Is For Dangerous ...
I started this post a few days ago, but never got around to finishing it. I think I was a bit uncertain as to what I felt like writing. My mind and body was in consensus that something needed to be said, but .. who ever knows what? I'm not back into "life-chronicling" like I used to, though I suppose I do [still] use twitter for that (damn that site & the applications it's spawned). It's funny because the other day when I was battling writer's block, I was considering blogging fiction just to keep my writing skills sharp. I still might surprise myself and actually do it, but no guarantees. I need to get back to getting my own personal thoughts out before I assume other characters...
Anyway, last week/weekend's guilty musical pleasure was the Arctic Monkeys. It all started with an acquaintance introducing me to their music video for "Fluorescent Adolescent." However, if you know me, you'll know that it only took about 7 seconds before I was forced to turn the video off. [If you don't know me, do yourself a favor and look up the definition of coulrophobia...and you'll understand. If you want the story as to why that applies, we can talk.] Anyway, as a result of that, I was forced to find live versions of the song and was pleasantly surprised. I quickly found more and more, until I ended up possessing both Arctic Monkeys albums, Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not, and Favourite Worst Nightmare. After listening to both several times over and picking out a few favorite tracks, I was thankful for having been introduced to these young folk from across the pond.
And then the musical floodgates opened.
Since then, I've spent no fewer than 2-3 hours daily browsing youtube for live performances by some of my favorite bands at some of the big-name festivals around the world (Big Day Out, Pinkpop, Rock Am Ring..even Woodstock '99). There's something about live rock performances that outdoes almost any other genre. I mean, hip hop concerts are cool and all, but there's so little room for improvisation built in to the dynamics of the show. Of course, rapper X can throw in a freestyle here and there, but for the most part you know every word, every ad-lib, every beat break... and depending on who you see and where, you're lucky to even be able to hear or understand the rhymes. But rock concerts are a little different... as are most shows with live instrumentation (so The Roots can fall into this category, too). There's just so much room for improvisation. You can see the same song performed 5 different times at 5 different venues, know the guitar solo is coming up, and be surprised and amazed at the way that the guitarist deviates just so slightly from the basic solo every single time. I love that! So, as a result, I ended up watching multiple clips of Metallica, Slipknot, Sevendust, Stone Sour, Bush, Godsmack, Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Incubus, Korn, Powerman 5000, Queens of the Stone Age, and others just do what they do. Came away with some favorites, too. For example, I'm infatuated with this performance of "Knights of Cydonia" by Muse, live from Wembly Stadium in '07. So epic. Equally epic: Metallica performing "Enter Sandman" at Rock Am Ring '08. There's something about the energy. I love watching artists, especially guitarists, get into their work. It always leads me to one of my favorite images of that instance... Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock, eyes closed, mouth open, feeling the music. And don't even get me started on what it must feel like to perform in front of a mass of humanity singing and humming and harmonizing with a song that you wrote... jumping and bouncing and... just loving what you do.
There's nothing like it. Makes me jealous.
This is why I love music.
And this... is where I must pause... but I leave you with this:
Anyway, last week/weekend's guilty musical pleasure was the Arctic Monkeys. It all started with an acquaintance introducing me to their music video for "Fluorescent Adolescent." However, if you know me, you'll know that it only took about 7 seconds before I was forced to turn the video off. [If you don't know me, do yourself a favor and look up the definition of coulrophobia...and you'll understand. If you want the story as to why that applies, we can talk.] Anyway, as a result of that, I was forced to find live versions of the song and was pleasantly surprised. I quickly found more and more, until I ended up possessing both Arctic Monkeys albums, Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not, and Favourite Worst Nightmare. After listening to both several times over and picking out a few favorite tracks, I was thankful for having been introduced to these young folk from across the pond.
And then the musical floodgates opened.
Since then, I've spent no fewer than 2-3 hours daily browsing youtube for live performances by some of my favorite bands at some of the big-name festivals around the world (Big Day Out, Pinkpop, Rock Am Ring..even Woodstock '99). There's something about live rock performances that outdoes almost any other genre. I mean, hip hop concerts are cool and all, but there's so little room for improvisation built in to the dynamics of the show. Of course, rapper X can throw in a freestyle here and there, but for the most part you know every word, every ad-lib, every beat break... and depending on who you see and where, you're lucky to even be able to hear or understand the rhymes. But rock concerts are a little different... as are most shows with live instrumentation (so The Roots can fall into this category, too). There's just so much room for improvisation. You can see the same song performed 5 different times at 5 different venues, know the guitar solo is coming up, and be surprised and amazed at the way that the guitarist deviates just so slightly from the basic solo every single time. I love that! So, as a result, I ended up watching multiple clips of Metallica, Slipknot, Sevendust, Stone Sour, Bush, Godsmack, Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Incubus, Korn, Powerman 5000, Queens of the Stone Age, and others just do what they do. Came away with some favorites, too. For example, I'm infatuated with this performance of "Knights of Cydonia" by Muse, live from Wembly Stadium in '07. So epic. Equally epic: Metallica performing "Enter Sandman" at Rock Am Ring '08. There's something about the energy. I love watching artists, especially guitarists, get into their work. It always leads me to one of my favorite images of that instance... Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock, eyes closed, mouth open, feeling the music. And don't even get me started on what it must feel like to perform in front of a mass of humanity singing and humming and harmonizing with a song that you wrote... jumping and bouncing and... just loving what you do.
There's nothing like it. Makes me jealous.
This is why I love music.
And this... is where I must pause... but I leave you with this:
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Da Goodness ...
So Harlem-based-but-Cleveland-born MC/blogaholic/grinder Charles Hamilton decided to drop not one, not two, but three mixtapes in the span of 6 days. That's more tracks than some artists put out in a calendar year. Granted, when you're fighting for respect and recognition, it's important to get out there. But CtheH looks like he just does it for the love, and I'm feelin' that. His creative energy is something else.
Now, Charles has this whole Sonic the Hedgehog thing going on that I find kinda creative and intriguing. I mean, hell, I've been trying to figure out what obscure-yet-cool alter-ego I could attribute to myself for years now and I just can't seem to figure out one that sticks. Anyway, I was skimming through his main blog and ran across this ... "other" other side: Shadow. Now, in the Sonic universe, Shadow is the antithesis of Sonic in all aspects of his life. In Charles Hamilton's universe, Shadow the Hamilton is a place for him to display his poetry ... his brooding side.
Who do you think fell in love with that concept?
Back when I used to blog on the regular on another site, I developed a second blog just for that purpose. It was darker, in some senses bleaker, but completely separate from my day-to-day happenings. When it worked, I loved it. Granted I wasn't able to come up with a cool as hell alias back then, but still.
[Of course, in writing about it, I took 2 seconds to look back at that blog. I haven't written in it since January of 2007, when I was going through a very tough time with my ex-girlfriend. Pain is art, I wrote. It certainly is. I couldn't duplicate these lines if I tried. I suppose that's the benefit and purpose of having a muse: it makes you write what you couldn't consciously think of otherwise.]
In any event, listening to the third of C's mixtapes - Every Charles Hamilton Ex-Girlfriend's Worst Nightmare - got me to thinking about what if I were to write something for/about each of the women who have been in my life. Now there's some inspiration for that ass. I read the track-by-track breakdown he provided on his blog and really got to thinking about making something like that happen. I mean, from the hearts that I broke to the girls who broke mine; from the long and meaningful to the short and trivial; from the seemingly impossible to the seemingly unending, and even those that never even began. It's a very curious concept...and I just might give it a chance, if I really feel like revisiting those times in my past.
Just a thought. I just really want to put some words together. And part of me doesn't even care if they make sense anymore...
she wants me to write
and i want her to feel it:
my revolution
- 2/15/06
Now, Charles has this whole Sonic the Hedgehog thing going on that I find kinda creative and intriguing. I mean, hell, I've been trying to figure out what obscure-yet-cool alter-ego I could attribute to myself for years now and I just can't seem to figure out one that sticks. Anyway, I was skimming through his main blog and ran across this ... "other" other side: Shadow. Now, in the Sonic universe, Shadow is the antithesis of Sonic in all aspects of his life. In Charles Hamilton's universe, Shadow the Hamilton is a place for him to display his poetry ... his brooding side.
Who do you think fell in love with that concept?
Back when I used to blog on the regular on another site, I developed a second blog just for that purpose. It was darker, in some senses bleaker, but completely separate from my day-to-day happenings. When it worked, I loved it. Granted I wasn't able to come up with a cool as hell alias back then, but still.
[Of course, in writing about it, I took 2 seconds to look back at that blog. I haven't written in it since January of 2007, when I was going through a very tough time with my ex-girlfriend. Pain is art, I wrote. It certainly is. I couldn't duplicate these lines if I tried. I suppose that's the benefit and purpose of having a muse: it makes you write what you couldn't consciously think of otherwise.]
In any event, listening to the third of C's mixtapes - Every Charles Hamilton Ex-Girlfriend's Worst Nightmare - got me to thinking about what if I were to write something for/about each of the women who have been in my life. Now there's some inspiration for that ass. I read the track-by-track breakdown he provided on his blog and really got to thinking about making something like that happen. I mean, from the hearts that I broke to the girls who broke mine; from the long and meaningful to the short and trivial; from the seemingly impossible to the seemingly unending, and even those that never even began. It's a very curious concept...and I just might give it a chance, if I really feel like revisiting those times in my past.
Just a thought. I just really want to put some words together. And part of me doesn't even care if they make sense anymore...
she wants me to write
and i want her to feel it:
my revolution
- 2/15/06
Monday, February 16, 2009
Hold Tight ...
I'm coming back. Don't forget about me. Clearly, twitter has taken some of my creative/quick-trigger attention. But I still live here. I will continue to live here. I'm coming back.
So just hold tight.
So just hold tight.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Set Adrift on Memory Bliss ...
Clearly I'm still not quite there. Just a few steps short. Book's not finished. Writing's not consistent. Happiness not solidified. Mind not right.
But if at first you don't succeed...
So I'm still here, still trying. Still pushing and poking and prodding so that I can further understand where I am and, more importantly, where I want to be. I've been thrown off course a bit. Effectively derailed. But I'm bouncing back. I need to get that pep back in my step; figure out what I had right a few weeks ago and get back to it. It's hard when you're dog tired, and when you're facing the monotony of a meaningless grind. Yes, meaningless. The present is past. My eyes are on the future.
And how do you face a present-past with any interest when the future is now?
But I will find my zone. I'm bound to. Even though the days tend to blend together .. particularly during the week .. I'm going to find my pace, spot, and space. A key to that is putting each 24 hour period behind me. Starting fresh, anew. Solving the problems ahead of me instead of carrying the baggage from those prior. I'm starting to do that. People have been forgotten. Memories erased. Fears tossed aside. Issues dropped. And in some ways, I feel more confident and comfortable because of it.
But something always takes me back.
The new lesson, though, is to control what I remember. Oscar Wilde once said, "A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them." It is my goal to take this to heart, and to apply them to my memories. I've spent a lot of time reminiscing in the last few days, but not all for nothing. In fact, parts of it have been extremely enjoyable. Someone provided me with this link, and I almost hit the floor. No one will ever, ever debate the fact that music is one of our most crucial links to our collective past, as well as to our individual histories. Music makes us remember. We know exactly who, what, where, and even why we were doing what we were doing when we first - or last - heard that song. We remember "our song" when we think about past relationships, good or bad. It's why we can have "period pieces," and films where the soundtrack plays just as important a role as the action on screen (see, e.g., Dead Presidents; American Gangster). Music has always paced my life. So when followed the link and I started listening to the tracks from the time when I first, officially fell in love with hip-hop, the memories began to flow.
And I loved it.
Sure, I've gone through some shit. Sure, I haven't had the best relationships and interactions, and surely the memories aren't always the best. But none of that mattered. It was all about the music. It took me places I haven't been, seen, or even thought of in 10, 12, 15 years. Every step of the journey was paved with oohs, ahhs, and "Oh my God"s. It took me back to dates, events, individuals .. not the ones that I shut out forever, but the ones that simply faded to the background. Not the ones that were forcible forgotten, but the ones that merely fell victim to my poor physical memory. That's the feeling I want to have with all of my thoughts: slay the demons, and live a life full of things to be remembered.
Use. Enjoy. Dominate.
"At the mercy of": wholly in the power of : with no way to protect oneself against. That's no way to live. No way for me to live. No way I want to live. I'm tired of losing the fight against my own mind. I'm tired of being at the whim and will of my own mental state. Losing my creativity, failing to understand my happiness. To hell with all of that. Every day is a step toward reinvention and getting to be who I want. The future is now, and I've got the keys. I'm finally driving.
Now... which way do I go?
But if at first you don't succeed...
So I'm still here, still trying. Still pushing and poking and prodding so that I can further understand where I am and, more importantly, where I want to be. I've been thrown off course a bit. Effectively derailed. But I'm bouncing back. I need to get that pep back in my step; figure out what I had right a few weeks ago and get back to it. It's hard when you're dog tired, and when you're facing the monotony of a meaningless grind. Yes, meaningless. The present is past. My eyes are on the future.
And how do you face a present-past with any interest when the future is now?
But I will find my zone. I'm bound to. Even though the days tend to blend together .. particularly during the week .. I'm going to find my pace, spot, and space. A key to that is putting each 24 hour period behind me. Starting fresh, anew. Solving the problems ahead of me instead of carrying the baggage from those prior. I'm starting to do that. People have been forgotten. Memories erased. Fears tossed aside. Issues dropped. And in some ways, I feel more confident and comfortable because of it.
But something always takes me back.
The new lesson, though, is to control what I remember. Oscar Wilde once said, "A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them." It is my goal to take this to heart, and to apply them to my memories. I've spent a lot of time reminiscing in the last few days, but not all for nothing. In fact, parts of it have been extremely enjoyable. Someone provided me with this link, and I almost hit the floor. No one will ever, ever debate the fact that music is one of our most crucial links to our collective past, as well as to our individual histories. Music makes us remember. We know exactly who, what, where, and even why we were doing what we were doing when we first - or last - heard that song. We remember "our song" when we think about past relationships, good or bad. It's why we can have "period pieces," and films where the soundtrack plays just as important a role as the action on screen (see, e.g., Dead Presidents; American Gangster). Music has always paced my life. So when followed the link and I started listening to the tracks from the time when I first, officially fell in love with hip-hop, the memories began to flow.
And I loved it.
Sure, I've gone through some shit. Sure, I haven't had the best relationships and interactions, and surely the memories aren't always the best. But none of that mattered. It was all about the music. It took me places I haven't been, seen, or even thought of in 10, 12, 15 years. Every step of the journey was paved with oohs, ahhs, and "Oh my God"s. It took me back to dates, events, individuals .. not the ones that I shut out forever, but the ones that simply faded to the background. Not the ones that were forcible forgotten, but the ones that merely fell victim to my poor physical memory. That's the feeling I want to have with all of my thoughts: slay the demons, and live a life full of things to be remembered.
Use. Enjoy. Dominate.
"At the mercy of": wholly in the power of : with no way to protect oneself against. That's no way to live. No way for me to live. No way I want to live. I'm tired of losing the fight against my own mind. I'm tired of being at the whim and will of my own mental state. Losing my creativity, failing to understand my happiness. To hell with all of that. Every day is a step toward reinvention and getting to be who I want. The future is now, and I've got the keys. I'm finally driving.
Now... which way do I go?
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Falling Behind...
So, clearly I owe you (the world) an Obama post. Obviously. What conscious, conscientious blogger has not posted about our 44th President yet... present company excluded? While that post is coming, suffice it to say that I was like an old man in a rocking chair last Tuesday night... silently reveling in the moment, crying subtly (and then weeping overtly), and in deep, reflective thought about what I just witnessed.
Amen to that.
All of that aside, I have been on a serious music-seeking mission these last few days as I attempt to reconnect with myself (once again). In my search, I ran across what may be one of the dopest conceptual albums that I have found in quite some time. It's rare that you find an album that tells a story from track 1 to track n, but man... this one definitely does, and it does it over refreshingly original beats and samples. Now, don't get me wrong. This isn't some earth-shattering, Illmatic/Reasonable Doubt type shit. It's not heavy like that. But it is FUN...and that's an element that's been missing from the game for a minute now. The artist: rapproducer 88-Keys, known for his work with hip hop heavyweights like Mos Def and Kweli ('Thieves in the Night,' 'Love,' 'Speed Law,' and 'Champion Requiem' are all his beats), as well Macy Gray, Consequence, and Musiq. The album: his debut, The Death of Adam. In his own words,
How fun can this be? Peep the viral videos that have leaked explaining the back story of our beloved protagonist, Adam:
DCN 27 News Piece #1
DCN 27 News Piece #2
DCN 27 News Piece #3
Seriously!? I'm loving this. In any event, The Death of Adam officially drops on 11/11/08. Support 88' in his latest venture. Though, I'm sure that through some creative searching (or by clicking..oh, I don't know, HERE) you just might stumble across a copy prior to its street date. The Internet is some sick, slick stuff. Anyway, guests include Phonte of Little Brother, Kid Cudi, Redman, Shitake Monkey, Bilal, and Mr. Kanye West - who also serves as executive producer (don't worry, there's none of that T-Pain/"Love Lockdown" shit on here). Need I say more?
Amen to that.
All of that aside, I have been on a serious music-seeking mission these last few days as I attempt to reconnect with myself (once again). In my search, I ran across what may be one of the dopest conceptual albums that I have found in quite some time. It's rare that you find an album that tells a story from track 1 to track n, but man... this one definitely does, and it does it over refreshingly original beats and samples. Now, don't get me wrong. This isn't some earth-shattering, Illmatic/Reasonable Doubt type shit. It's not heavy like that. But it is FUN...and that's an element that's been missing from the game for a minute now. The artist: rapproducer 88-Keys, known for his work with hip hop heavyweights like Mos Def and Kweli ('Thieves in the Night,' 'Love,' 'Speed Law,' and 'Champion Requiem' are all his beats), as well Macy Gray, Consequence, and Musiq. The album: his debut, The Death of Adam. In his own words,
The entire album is about the power of the punani, if you will. The album follows the story line of my man Adam who passed away and basically how he died. It all started off with him catching a boner one morning, morning wood, and his life starts to spin out of control from there.Simple, right? I mean, we all generally agree that sex is one of those driving forces that makes the world go 'round, and that it is inextricably intertwined in 92.6% of all decisions that we make... in one way or another. So, why not take that concept and make an album out of it? 88' continues:
I thought, “What gives me pleasure?” So I thought, Polo clothes, blue label of course, give me pleasure, when I’m out coppin’. Making beats bring me pleasure. Money. I’m like, “Boom! I know what gives me pleasure! Pussy!” So as soon as that thought came into my head, I’m like, “Okay. I’m scrapping all the other beats I had made for my album so far, and I’m starting with this one. This is the first beat for my album.” And I just stayed on it.Did he ever. 14 hittin' tracks, with running commentary that just weaves this whole story together. It definitely has those, "damn, I know that feeling!" moments that you just can't help but laugh at. It's the type of album that truly can carry the "hip hop is supposed to be fun, so let's have fun with it" moniker... and it carries that MUCH better than, say, a Souljah Boy Tell 'Em cut. There's a sharp distinction between "fun" and "pure coontastic ignorance," but I digress.
How fun can this be? Peep the viral videos that have leaked explaining the back story of our beloved protagonist, Adam:
DCN 27 News Piece #1
DCN 27 News Piece #2
DCN 27 News Piece #3
Seriously!? I'm loving this. In any event, The Death of Adam officially drops on 11/11/08. Support 88' in his latest venture. Though, I'm sure that through some creative searching (or by clicking..oh, I don't know, HERE) you just might stumble across a copy prior to its street date. The Internet is some sick, slick stuff. Anyway, guests include Phonte of Little Brother, Kid Cudi, Redman, Shitake Monkey, Bilal, and Mr. Kanye West - who also serves as executive producer (don't worry, there's none of that T-Pain/"Love Lockdown" shit on here). Need I say more?
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