But anyway, I told ya'll that I would have a funny story, so here goes:
About during the Fall of 2004, there used to be these two cats who used to walk up and down South Beach trying to "sell" their demo (later found out that it was only really one song and the instrumental). I respected it, because, everyone has their hustle. So, one day, my co-worker comes in and tells me that he ran into these same two cats. Now, apparently, one of the guys had his girlfriend out there soliciting customers (no, not in that way). So, she runs up on my co-worker, claiming: "Yeah, please buy my boyfriend's cd because he's trying to retire. He's trying to give up the rap game."
Now, Jay-Z was able to pull of the whole retirement steez with a decent amount of aplomb (many before have failed to accomplish that much: Too Short, Master P). But, how could you be retiring from the rap game before you even have a cd out? Is the game that hectic. What, are the A&R's that are not pursuing you too much to handle? The groupies a dime a dozen? The yes men making it difficult for you to accomplish anything of merit?
I mean, come on. Needless to say, like, the next week, those guys were no longer around. Guess they must have found a lil spot in Boca Raton to seclude to. I wish them social security dreams and pension wishes.
I swear, the human race (or, more accurately, the younger generation [X,Y, Z or whatever we're called these days] is doomed.
Now, for a listen to someone who was once doomed but has found some rays in the unlikely place of a new label home, here's Cage:
Shoot FrankOff of his new album, Hell's Winter:
All I can say for the track is that it's pretty (in that Cage dark, psychotic type of way).
Enjoy (and post a comment if you do).
Peace.
