A GENTLEMAN AND A VEGETARIAN

wowzers.
Prediction: the internet’s joint of summer will be the forthcoming track by the above rapper which features

on the hook, cut a coupla days ago in NYC and overlaid with quippy, funny lyrics we haven’t heard from our boy since yester-yester-year – pre-Be humor, that be. No, I am not a psychic, but I can spot a zeitgeist from 2 yards away (a mile if I’m wearing my seeing eyeglasses).
Handful of cowkrs went to the studio to hear the work in progress today. It was S-Feezy and six of us ladies like he was R Kelly, actually. Bearing in mind that I have only heard it once, I am of the belief that Mr. Sense’s new album is much better than his last album, which was explosive on impact in a “thank you for catering to my feminist ideals” kind of way, but which flattened out after it became clear the whole thing was a little monotone. (“Faithful” is still my joint.)
Jury has reached an unfavorable verdict on that Gap commercial shit, true. But this one, it’s called Finding Forever (a reference to Mr Sense’s best friend and ex-roommate Jay Dilla RIP). So much of it was excellent, so much of it I loved. It’s well-rounded – smart, political, funny, got some ole “MC with the fight in him” tracks, some Chicago tracks, some sexy shit. Mostly prod. by Black Jesus. Mr. Sense has realized, he said, that his humor was perhaps a bit lost on us over the last couple of albums, but it’s returned (Kon has clearly rubbed off on him, both in spirit and in style).
Points of note: * Mr. Sense’s shared hometown with our man Barack Obama is happily reflected on the album. * D’Angelo and Dilla reconvene on a refixed version of “so far to go” and it’s eerie and beautiful – living on in the music, as it were. * Kon has a great verse about “something-something [feelin like the?] Phantom of the Opera/ wishin you were driving Phantoms to operas.” * Mr. Sense spoke a bit about Dilla, emotionally and talked about coming home and he’d be there, watching Montel Williams or Maury Povich or whatever “talk show that comes on in the morning,” and it was strange, now, to come back to an empty apartment.