If you're anything like me, then you canceled plans to ski and shop in Aspen this weekend in order to stick around the Bean and check two of the freshest shows to peel through here in recent memory (though last Friday, with simultaneous sets from Reks, Eternia, Scribblenauts, and Freddie Gibbs, was dope, if not overwhelming).
To be honest, I'm not sure what took so long. Sean Price is no technophobe; in fact, he was probably the first MC I ever saw write a verse on his Sidekick before stepping in the booth - and that was four years ago. Perhaps he was surveying the landscape; or maybe he just thought this Twitter shit should would go away, and that he could laugh at everybody else when so much hysteria eroded.
I’m not packing clothes
for this year’s CMJ Marathon in New
York City. In fact, I’m not even bringing down a
laptop. Instead of spending five straight days inhaling various poisons,
feverishly blogging on the same nonsense that everyone else is covering, and
ransacking my weathered eardrums with out-of-tune guitar shreds and swollen
bass lines, I’m limiting my trip to one day and two nights, and seeing how much
I can cram in.