Monday, January 31, 2005

This weekend, I found a record store in Baltimore County that carries Swishahouse stuff. This was sort of like finding the Holy Grail in the lumber section of a Home Depot. After bumping nothing but First Round Draft Picks and The Day Hell Broke Loose 2 for a couple of days, other music doesn't sound quite right. It's like, "This Concretes album is good and all, but why isn't anyone yelling 'Mike Jones!' every twenty seconds?"