Call me a dreamer. Call me an idealist. Fact is this is that dreams are often no less than fuel to power essential ideas. Without any hesitation I will try to persuade you to listen to one of those ideas.
Dear Mos Def,
Call me a dreamer. Call me an idealist. Fact is this is that dreams are often no less than fuel to power essential ideas. Without any hesitation I will try to persuade you to listen to one of those ideas. It all starts with the fundament of a good song: the production. The core should be stand-alone solid enough to make the sweetest love to the eardrum, as if it was preparing oneself to the climactic appearance of a flow of words.
Remember that I’m a nobody. There is an urge to rearrange what’s real around me. It reaches out further than putting on a disc of my favorite artist in the stereo. I’m a nobody with a big imagination and a small opinion on how it should be. The easiest way to rearrange my surroundings is clearly money, but I believe in a world where a good idea can lure people in a helplessly drunken haze where decision-making is eclectic, and subordinate to an insightful vision.
So listen up to what I – or WE as a magazine – have to say,
There’s a Dutch hip hop duo named Pete Philly & Perquisite. They’ve been around and even had a song with the other half of Black Star, Talib Kweli. Pete is a nice guy, got some cool voice, but Perquisite is a mere genius. You could call him the Liam Howlett of hip hop. Now I would give about everything up to charity and live like a hobo just to hear Mos Def’s voice over the beats of Perquisite. Hey, if I was a rich bastard I would pull some strings to get this project rolling. I would not even try to make any money of it. In the end it’s all about music. About passion.