Pick five people at random from a crowd of people and ask each of them what their favorite Outkast record is, and you're likely to get five different responses. I've never actually tried this, but I'm pretty sure it would happen. Maybe the hipsters pick ATLiens, the hardcore pick Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik, critics love Aquemini, but I just can't ignore Stankonia. Sure, the critics love Stankonia too, but let's be honest here: it's a goddamn masterpiece. Period.
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Return to the 36 Chambers is a masterpiece too, even if it got overshadowed by the brilliance of Cuban Linx, Liquid Swords, and whatever your favorite Ghostface record is. Flip on the ODB when you're lazy kind of stoned, and you won't argue much.
Boy do I love Roy Orbison! I'd like to surgically remove the Travelling Wilburys from our cultural existence, but that's not his fault. It's also not his fault that his divider card read "Roy Oribson" at the record store I worked at for years (my co-favorite along with "Mary J Bilge").
Let's pay tribute to Onyx, shall we? I have countless hazy but wonderful memories of throwing "Slam" on and watching everyone bounce up and down like morons, splashing malt liquor all over whoever's house I was in. I also made the mistake of cueing up "Blac Vagina Finda" at a few parties, resulting in my immediate ejection.
Who remembers Sinéad O'Connor?!! Talk about here one day gone five years later... anyone out there own a copy of 2003's She Who Dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High Shall Abide Under the Shadow of the Almighty? I saw ol' cueball at Jones Beach way back, and she really knew how to piss off a crowd. Cursed like a fuckin' sailor, too.
Speaking of women named O'Connor with ridiculously great voices, I hope you all check out or have already checked out Jennifer O'Connor's stuff. The Color and the Light's my favorite, but don't let me change your mind about anything. JOC's a real good person too.
Boy do I love Roy Orbison! I'd like to surgically remove the Travelling Wilburys from our cultural existence, but that's not his fault. It's also not his fault that his divider card read "Roy Oribson" at the record store I worked at for years (my co-favorite along with "Mary J Bilge").
Let's pay tribute to Onyx, shall we? I have countless hazy but wonderful memories of throwing "Slam" on and watching everyone bounce up and down like morons, splashing malt liquor all over whoever's house I was in. I also made the mistake of cueing up "Blac Vagina Finda" at a few parties, resulting in my immediate ejection.
Who remembers Sinéad O'Connor?!! Talk about here one day gone five years later... anyone out there own a copy of 2003's She Who Dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High Shall Abide Under the Shadow of the Almighty? I saw ol' cueball at Jones Beach way back, and she really knew how to piss off a crowd. Cursed like a fuckin' sailor, too.
Speaking of women named O'Connor with ridiculously great voices, I hope you all check out or have already checked out Jennifer O'Connor's stuff. The Color and the Light's my favorite, but don't let me change your mind about anything. JOC's a real good person too.
Anyone know what happened my Orb CDs?
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