i started making my way from the convention center to the capitol building around 6:30, intending to catch a performance by a couple dudes who’d attended our set on sunday. young homie had been pouring his heart out to me about how hiphop with live instrumentation should still be considered “real hiphop;” i cited some great examples to support his position, hoping to releive him, if only for a moment, of the burden of persuasion, but lost interest altogether when he asked me “who’s stetsasonic?” nevertheless, i was on my way to the park to see for delf what it sounded like; modest expectations, time to kill and nothing to lose – odds in my favor.

aaaaanyway, after spending more than six hours chasing a scoop up and down the sidewalk …

greetings and salutations from the mile-high metropolis of hops and honeywheat, otherwise known as queen city of the plains, aka the durty den, aka land of johnny deutschendorf, aka denvegas, or, if you wish, denviesel, colluhrockyo (christ, why did that just sound like the intro to a JMT mixtape?).