I have this friend August I've known since she was a high school student in my hometown of Wooster, Ohio. I was around twenty-three and my best friend was nineteen, opening up a funny inter-generational passing down of knowledge that certainly raised some eyebrows but when you decide that one of the central purposes of existing is to share and exchange information. Where I shared everything I knew with my boy Eric and he doubled down on all of it due to his own skillz, he also passed down what he knew to a group of younger students whose age was equal to the one between Eric and myself. It was a very sincere group of friendships that doubled as a highly efficient yet still quite provincial trading-of-knowledge brought to us by the internet. I have countless stories that mean a lot to me from this period, but one that came after everyone went their separate ways occurred a few years back during that annual return amongst those who fled their hometowns where their family and friends remain (or also pop in around the holidays).
One night I was catching up with August, a person who had a crazy amount of natural talent that she didn't quite know what to do with--something I just sorta kinda understand--and we discussed her brief-lived DJ'ing career that occurred during a particularly stormy point in her life. To the surprise of not me, it sounded like she could have set herself up for a quickly upwards trajectory. And she of course also collected a small but high-quality trove of psychedelic dance jams and filthy rap bangers along with some sorta heartbreaking stories--for me at least--as I always thought she could become an incredible DJ. But alas, that's only my opinion and it's her life. While we don't talk about rap as much as we did a year or two ago, she's one of those sleeper heads who has so far managed to hold onto that pathological passion that many others lose as routine subjectivizes. Always mad respect.
I was fortunate to learn a few tracks I still keep in the mental clip, the one that has become one of those songs I listen to a few dozen times every year was a minor Brick Squad hit that also features Waka in peak form delivering one of my favorite verses of his--a fraught statement on my part as I lack the deep dives far more knowledgeable heads have made. The way he transitions in the second half of his verse to what should be the Google answer to "what to do when you're found at a murder scene?" is just one of my favorite lyrical moments of the past eight years, another questionable opinion but also my own. Wooh offers up a somber and bombastic verse that passes muster but by the time I get to the third verse, I'm back to just grooving on the glorious gospel trap that makes you wonder why you don't know more songs like this one.