FOR THE LOVE OF MY CREW

Before I rest my weary head on the pillow for the first time in what seems like decades…
I have not answered your emails yet because I have been chilling in a cozy new spot — and when I say “chilling” I do not actually mean “chilling”; I mean “googling hot gossip and downloading mp3s of your cousin’s solo gospel album.” Let us all not-chill together on this one big Mars-hot internet.
Also, go get the new, revamped and extra SCRATCH MAGAZINE, which should hit stands this week, and which features Game, will.i.am and Nas on the cover. One reason you gotta cop that is because of my Polow da Don Q&A, in which Polow is wearing an amazing outfit that is part “Jim Jones on Sat. afternoon,” part “let’s hit Barney’s Co-op before we luncheon in Chelsea,” and part “I just googled this club in Midtown that plays ‘an eclectic mix of vocal house and classic rock’ — Let’s go!”
Nay, you should get the new Scratch because it has been completely re-envisioned, it has great features / reviews/ insight / commentary (now: newly relevant!), and it is fascinating, courtesy the imaginative and dedicated new EIC B “No longer a backpacker” Fred, aka yung stunna numero uno, aka “I was making mixtapes when I was still in my diapers.. and they were alphabetized, fool.”
Special to Steve Prefontaine: Would you mind stepping back a little? Thanks.