as i sit here in vancouver in spring(?) looking out the window at the snow(!) covered roofs across the street, calling my dearest to confirm that i wasn’t crazy and witnessing lightning and thunder together, i ponder about the “injustice” of this weather. in fact, i came across the country to escape this in montreal. but should we really be so surprised? we did this to ourselves. to paraphrase a great woman in my life, “(wo)man has been pissing on the world for centuries and is now complaining that it stinks”. werd. have you noticed that fruit these days, while it is available at all seasons of the year, tastes like nothing? what’s wrong with waiting it out, accepting that we can only having strawberries in the summer, and savoring those strawberries then? no, we have to have strawberries at the snap of a finger, and now they all taste like cardboard. so if we make fruit all season, shouldn’t we be ready and willing to accept the reality that the side-effect is that there are no seasons? frick.
hmm, still not sure about “album number TEN” (kind of the opposite about how i felt about 2$hort’s opus of the same landmark) but i think with the roots, that their works must be listened to from front to back to be fully appreciated (like the cohen brother’s cannon). they make it kinda hard, what with releasing four videos (all of which are kind of ?uestionable for different reasons/to different degrees-my favorite is “get busy” for the drummer formerly known as ?uestion’s drum face and the afro pick USB key) before the disc even drops. and from what i’ve heard, it’s the first time i haven’t heard mister trotter’s flow and been like, “wow, it’s a good thing malik b quit the group so that thought could become so increasingly fierce on the mic”, but maybe it’s because he’s giving more verses to (relatively) unknowns than he’s keeping for himself. it’s bad enough that he’s already not the front man of his group, but now he’s sharing the sliver of the spotlight that he’s worked so hard to earn? oh well, time will tell, but like finding forever made me run back to electric circus, the cuts i’ve heard from this one have me hibernating with phrenology and game theory.
but it’s freakin’ delicious, and if it works for o’shea jackson (he has one every time he rolls through vancouver)
season 4, we’ll see you at christmas on dvd.
but i’ma listen when told, “just let it blow your mind”. box sushi, experienced last nite at 
i feel good, i knew that i would now. from outkast to sonic youth to coldplay, james is actually a fitting choice for these folks, not one that is just so crazy that it works. this is one of the most inspiring movies that i’ve seen in a long time, and for anyone who is involved in musics, has a band, loves singers, y’all gotta witness the love and dedication that these folks (average age 80) put into their lives. it is a tear jerker, though when you get to be that old, death isn’t even a jarring reality, it’s just part of life, but holy not taking it lightly, batman. they fight the good fight and encourage all their homies to keep it going when they’re gone. it’s never too late to start something new, but this flick is proof that it can be too late to start something, so don’t sleep, peoples. do it big.
