When you’ve lived in New York as long as I have, you practically have to forget someone old to know someone new. There comes a point when one’s social network is simply saturated. Usually it’s not a matter of consciously dropping people; friendships tend to fall by the wayside when not maintained. And as life is change, sometimes a friend becomes irrelevant through no fault of his own. It’s the old growing-apart syndrome. This is the natural order. Don’t fight it. Embrace change. Retire the old address books.
Kanye West - Through The Wire (Original Verses)
This is the original recording of “Through The Wire” where Kanye really raps with his jaw wired shut. On the version that made it to the album, he re-recorded his verses and layered them over top of the old ones to make it sound cleaner.
WHEN I PITCHED this story in a GQ meeting, everyone at the conference table laughed. “That’s funny. Will you be my new black friend?”
“No, really,” I said.
Everyone got quiet. Like: Um, I’m not really qualified to say if that’s an awful idea. That’s been pretty much the reaction of all white people who hear about it. They stop talking. My feeling is: Fuck them. Unless you’re willing to say what the situation is, then you’re part of the problem.
Escala - Palladio.
This is sex in violin form.
A more accurate description cannot be made.
Hybrid - Disappear Here