It’s funny how time and history can both refine and alter your tastes. If someone had shown me this clip in ’92 it would’ve give the adolescent me proof that I had finally both broken out of my shell and learned not to be so serious all the time, even through I thought it was a lyrical death knell for hip hop with crossover written all over it. In comparison it seems like Mozart to me.
As for time, the clock only speeds up as you move forward. Been wandering out in the world for a while. I think it’s time for me to find a new home.