Do you know what the problem is? The problem is you are so afraid of the cool of the God you don't believe in anymore. I hate to sound like, "washed up rapped got sewn today" or "the drum programmer wore a Kangol (which are nice hats and, if you want to send me one I'd like a black bell cap)" Anyway, back in the day chicks used to say, "Thad can you make us a mix. We are going on a roadtrip.", "You left that tape in my car. It's so much fun.", "What's that song? 'You hit the nail on the head.' that's so awesome." Dudes used to say, "Thad make me a mix and put that Beck and Monster Magnet on it.", or "How did you do that?" Now, I am "washed up rapper got sewn today." Ignored. Because, because you moved on and became an "adult." What you became is afraid of your own shadow. I remember that from 1996. But, the prodigal son has returned...Free yourself of cool. At least the hotdog mechanically separated, cool you have become accustomed to. Or, you will make me, "sad and unhappy."
Tune in and don't drop out,
Dj Lipton