Well, headed off to the College of Dupage to perform in some common area for 90 minutes. Should be an interesting gig. If you go to the College of Dupage stop by the place we'll be at (I forget the name) in the morning-ish (I think 10:30). I'm glad other people are in charge, I just write...and call Kate to see if the office is rented on particular nights when it needs to be used as the perfect location for seemingly everything my friends and I shoot (see Baker & Huff as well).
Right now I am burning the Class of '91 mix for the car. I didn't take too much time with it. It's just 3rd Bass' Cactus Album (which I finally acquired on CD) mixed with 2 Live Crew (which I finally acquired on CD). They are both so ridiculous, but I'll be damned if those two cassettes weren't on the floorboard of my '78 Chevy Monza (nicknamed The Booger - whole other story) every day during high school. We'll see if Foster Posse buys into it. For the way back I am giving it to Justin unlabeled because I know he's a huge 3rd Bass fan from back in the day...whatever "huge 3rd Bass fan" means...
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd bass’ll express, kmd
Three blind mice on sight
Zev lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (huahah)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
Say let’s make a deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax (trust me!)
Sign your life on the x
You exit, x-off, but what you really get:
A box of newports, and puma sweats (damn!)
Tex feeds and frowns upon emus
To give up gas face he drinks from a thermos
Sub roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas face given, I beg to differ
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You know the rest!
Skids!...Can you say SKIDS?!
We Need Duraflame!!!!!
3rd Bass! A corny album, I suppose, but great production...nobody remembers the great Sam Sever that much (he did the amazing Blood Sweat & Tears jack for "Steppin' to the A.M."), but he's still around! He's on Myspace!! When I added him as a friend, he wrote (in my testimonials), "Good lookin' out!" I hadn't felt so flush with near-miss celebrity greatness since I grabbed a piece of the turnbuckle stuffing torn out by none other than George "The Animal" Steele! (It sounds like I'm being snarky, but I'm serious! I was pumped! Both times!!)
My favorite 3rd Bass story comes courtesy my cousin Grant (who Kate went to school with also, I think). He had a friend back when "The Cactus Album" came out who wanted to get his hair cut just like MC Serch, presumably to win friends and influence people.
Anyway, he goes into a barbershop with a kindly old (and unhip) barber, explains what words he wants shaved into the back of his head. Unfortunately, he didn't think to tell the guy how to spell these words.
Next day, he had to go to school with the indignity of walking around with the words "3rd Base" in the back of his head.
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