Donuts
Man, I sure could go for a donut right now. Last donut I had was one from Dunkin Donuts. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either.
I think I need to take a trip to the white part of town just so I can get a good one. Maybe head on over to the west side to pick up some Krispy Kremes.
I wonder if you can call that shit in, you know, place an order over the phone for a dozen to go. Maybe place an order tomorrow at the rib shack, then head on over to Krispy Kremes. Add a heart attack to my schedule for Saturday morning. I say you never know that you’re really alive until you’ve had your first heart attack, or so I’ve heard. You’re life sort of flashing before your eyes. Amazing.
To go completely off topic, or to finally be on topic, everybody knows about Jay Dee. Dude had this mysterious illness, or maybe it’s not that mysterious and I’m just too lazy to have checked to see what he had.
He was laid up in the hospital bed all close to death and shit. People were mourning for this brother. I sort of felt bad for the dude. Dude finally starts getting some real love, brother’s saying they love him and shit, artists wanna use his beats. He finally starts getting all that critical acclaim he so richly deserved, and here he is up in a hospital bed with tubes up his ass. Shit like that makes you wonder, contemplate on the wildly unstable nature of life. Here today, gone tomorrow. And then some shit comes on the tv and you forget what the fuck you were thinking about.
Take me for instance (remember, everything is all about me). One day I might be getting jerked off by a hot ass, big bootied freak, with a rib in one hand and a donut in the other. And all of a sudden while hitting the big O, I start feeling the big Oh-No! My heart starts going off on my ass, and I know I’m about to join Elizabeth up in the sky and shit. I got this big smile on my face, and a tear runs down the side of my cheek (drama). That’s my shit right there. The end is near. And all of a sudden, I drop dead, hopefully with a piece of rib on one side, a chunk of donut on the other, and a titty right down the middle. You gotta have a titty right down the middle. That’s like some pre-destined religious shit right there.
I was about to say that Jesus had one right down the middle, but I ain’t lookin’ to go back to Hell right now. So, forget I ever mentioned that shit.
By the way, have you ever had one of those jumbo donuts you get at the gas station. I used to eat one of those shits daily until I found out that one donut had like 50 mgs of fat and shit. How the fuck do you get 50 mgs of fat in one piece of food. They must’ve didn’t give a fuck when they came up with the recipe for that shit. They were like Fuck it! Let’s just stuff this shit with two pounds of butter in each bite, and rub some of that pig fat on it before we drop it in some Kristie Alley fatback for the frying. Shit may not be good for you, but they sure do taste good.
Anyway. I did promise a review. So here it is. Blah Blah Blah. This shit is good, but not in a great way. It’s sort of good in an average way with great moments. Or maybe I should take away the great moments part, because there aren’t really any great moments here, but there are several above good moments.
What exactly is this shit. It’s Jay Dee’s attempt at an instrumental album. But he doesn’t really take take the DJ Shadow or RJD2 approach, constructing full-on complete instrumentals. Instead, this shit plays more like a Madlib/Quasimoto album, or better yet, Madvillain without the vocals. Jay Dee gets in and gets out, each track running between one to two minutes. Once one beat ends, another one starts, like some continuous mixtape.
The problem with this shit is that it’s hard to get into any individual song. Take the middle section of the disc where Dilla goes in complete soul mode. I really wanted shit like Two Can Win and Don’t Cry to play out a little longer. Instead, the good shit runs as long as the average shit. By the way, I love how Dilla shows the sample in Don’t Cry then chops that shit up nicely. Shows some of you how to chop that shit up right.
All in all, I recommend this here, but only barely. The beats here aren’t the most spectacular. The song construction isn’t all that great. And the overall disc is slightly above average at best. But since I’ve been riding around playing this in the car, and listening to it while surfing the web, I definitely see a place for this disc in everyone’s collection.
http://www.stonesthrow.com/jdilla/
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