Q1 2010
I HATE MUSIC.
I hate it.
But that lil’ wayne’s guitar rock album is epitome of… Scratch that. I’m going to dedicate this blurb to Casey—who I love despite the fact that we do and don’t love the same music; who I can live with because we both listen to every music anyway—who once demonstrated in the most poignant way exactly how the samples on this album work. Normally, Casey won’t eat unethically raised meat. She’s very strict about this, except when she’s drunk, and she suddenly really wants Chicken McNuggets. She even has a little song that she sings to me about sweet and sour dipping sauce. But sometimes you just want Chicken McNuggets, right? No matter how suspect their production/cred/creation was or is. Sometimes you just want sweet and sour. This record is both, thankfully. And with 3500 samples, that’s like 3500 bursts of either. Some are sharp and some blunt, but they turn the joint upside down. They leave juice on your chin. Sweet and exotic, but not foreign. This album doesn’t play that game. Maybe a kumquat? Can’t you hear it?
Eh. april fools folks. i’ll put the actual list later.
