it’s kinda funny, i look through the hip-hop i have on my laptop here (which i admit, is a bit sparser than my external hard drive), and i know i want something on that level. but i look through it all and i think what do i want from it at this moment? what precise level of hip-hop am i feeling at the moment? i look through, over and over, knowing that there will be one pass through the same list and i will know that is what i want. i just have to see it right. i mean, there’s stuff i know i could handle, but i want to pick it out of the abridged version that exists on my laptop. i mean, i must have something here, right? and then somehow, mushroom jazz 2 shines through, with everything about it resonating in my head due to insight gained from a multitude of listens.

here i sit, listening. i found it.
it sings, i listen.

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