I’ve been going around for the past few days, reminding everyone that honeys play me close like butter play toast, from the mississippi down to the east coast, then I saw Frangry’s post - it must be more than a coincidence, maybe Biggie is the sound of summer.

Remember when this dropped… actually the Big Poppa video I remember more vividly, like everyone would be at a party and kids would stop what they were doing and run to the TV to watch it - it was so ill, the first big thing i remember to come after the crybaby / suicide rock that all of the preppy kids were into… in a matter months, maybe weeks, kids were trading in their Versus and Crash Test Dummies CDs for Biggie, waiting for the new Keith Murray instead of the new Vitalogy album.

Juicy wasn’t even one of the top five tracks off Ready To Die - it was the radio hit so it got a lot of play and with faux nostalgia and karaoke revisionist history people act like it was the anthem of our generation, but I remember blasting almost every track other than Juicy… or I don’t know, maybe that was the daytime track and all the others were for hanging out at night, getting drunk on coronas at the park or on rich girls’ oversized trampolines and getting really excited by their Gap khaki shorts and the smell of CK One. In a decade kids will probably be listening to Coldplay the way we listen to The Rembrandts and everybody will freak-the-fuck-out when a DJ drops Lady Gaga or BEP and collectively remember how much fun they used to have.

Streaming video and iPods are great, but life was more fun before content-on-demand, when everyone would get excited to see a music video together, and when we would listen to an entire album… maybe twice… before taking it out to play a different one. Having infinite amounts of media available instantaneously also means never having enough, never being satisfied with b-sides because somebody will always be waiting to “out reminisce” you with their hair-metal playlist, or the one Eazy-E track everybody knows.

Or maybe it was just more fun to be young, and that’s what’s missing.

Whatever. I’ve got a new crib and a player-ass hot tub, fuck the “same number, same hood” bullshit… come over, tell your friends to get with my friends, and we can be friends. Shit, we can do this every weekend. Aight?