5.22.2004

"This isn't the bathroom." 

"You play requests? You got 'Dwyck?'"
Yeah - Guru and DJ Premier.
"No, no - Gang Starr."
Yeah, that's DJ Premier and Guru.
"No, no, no, it's Gang Starr. It's old school. You don't know that. Ask the DJ."

"What is this? Snoop Doog?"
No, it's Dead Prez.

"What is this? Mantronix?"
No, it's actually Dead Prez.
"Ah, it's the same thing. You feel me, right? Mantronix!"

"You got that one song, Listen to the music, listen to the me-yooooo-zik..."
I don't know what you're talking about, I'm bad at identifying..
"Aaah, you don't know."

"How about that other song, Let's dance! Let's dance to the drummer's beat..."
Me: Yeah, we have that.
"Yeah, yeah, put that one on for me."
Me: Okay.
(Moments later)
"You know what would really go with this? Let's dance to the drummer's beat!" (Dances to demonstrate)
Chhay (deadpan, no part of his body moves except for his lips): No. It's too fast.
"No man, I used to do this when I was young." (Dancing, singing) "Dance to the drummer's beat - let's dance! Let's dance!" (Beat-matches his own rendition with whatever I am playing) "See it fits perfectly, right?"
Chhay (even more expressionless than before): No. It's too fast.
"Look, either your man can or can't do it. Aaah, you don't know."

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