Hello,
The other day I was on the train listening to the
Jeff Mills Live at the Liquid Room cd. During the
second part, just after the Strings of life bit,
a man sitting across from me started to rhyme in
an Old Dirty Bastard/Willee Dee-esque manner. He
was flailing about, reading a Playboy, and grabbing
his crotch. His lyrics were really graphic, but
obscenely funny. At one point, his grunting delivery
seemed to fit well over the techno. Odd. Too
bad other experiments with rap and 4/4 haven't
been successful.
cheers,
frank
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