Last night in Philly, Prince Paul was on the wheels at a shi-shi spot, only 5 bones before 11. Sorta made me sad for us aging heads, the man that DJ’ed for Stetsasonic, brought us De La Soul, tutored 3rd Bass and helped turn the phrase Dan The Automator into something of a household name through the legendary Handsome Boy Modeling School project (has anyone heard from Dan lately?), had been reduced to rocking for a buncha Rittenhouse drunktards and deluded musician types (myself included). I guess money is money, dough.

That self-indulgence aside, I must pass along another couple of joints to check for, the first accompanied by another anecdote that all four of my readers have come to expect and revile. I don’t have satellite radio in the car but my fancy friends do; I consider it a treat …