One LA night, George Massa, some friends of his and myself went to Low End Theory in LA.
An underground hip-hop spot.
Not sure how underground it is now.
Anyway, Questlove was DJing.
I was cool with that.
But his set was all J Dilla.
I gritted my teeth (because NO ONE loves J Dilla more than me), but it as still cool.
He played some unreleased Dilla.
But the issue came when I heard a Players remix.
He literally made Slum Village look at Dilla like he was a tier under him.
Him being Questlove.
Instead of being in awe, I hated.
I hated on Questlove.
Before his set was finished.
And boy, did he have some surprises.
Hearing Wiestlove playing drums over J Dilla beats is like nothing you've ever heard before.
And it shut me up.
Alas, because I am loud when I think to myself, Questlove heard me and proceeded to beat the crap out of me.
In my head.
Or was it physical?
Regardless, I have a fear... a new fear in my heart and respect for Questlove.
So right now, my top two musicians in Black music are J Dilla and Questlove.
But then I thought about he rest of The Roots.
And I realized how deeply disrespectful to them I've been.
Only recently have I been listening to their music.
But I have a good reason.
Much like John Legend and Andre 3000, they did and were doing what I always wanted to do with music.
So I avoided them at all costs, to keep from being inspired by future competition.
Then I remembered, music isn't a competition.
It's a language.
And they mastered the art of urban instrumentation/instrumentalism.
So, tonight is to The Roots.
I believe, if you can conquer my fear, that you are the roots to the Indus Tree, of which myself, J Dilla, George Massa and (of course) Jack Splash were first grounded on.
I thank you.
Now make me believe.
Shouts to Ray Angry.
~follow the buzzards~