1.29.2004

"Woop, woop, that's the sound when you weep" 

The unimpeachable Douglas Wolk points out that there's a stab-like thing at the beginning of "My 1st Song" that Oliver and I missed. D refers to it as a "blat," which is fine by me, and points to "Back in the U.S.S.R." (or maybe "Savoy Truffle").

KRS-One was, like, fucking awesome tonight. The Teacha lost me somewhere around 'Sneak Attack' and it had been a while since I foisted the backpack and waved the ol' hands like I just didn't care. But tonight his gravitas was totally cynic-proof, his new shit sounded great and I found myself wondering about this whole Temple of Hip-Hop Kulture thing. In the right context--live, loud and even in a city like Boston--KRS makes perfect sense, from the bombast and I-am-Hip-Hop arrogance to his tenacious-to-the-point-of-religious refusal to let go of the past.

Yep, longevity in hip-hop is a bitch. I had better stop before I start getting weepy about all the could-have-beens and should-still-beez that make this cold heart turn warm.

5:33 AM is a good time to be tired of being a critic.

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