A Tribe Called Quest – “Butter”...

Like I was some kind of angel when I left for NYC. Hayden Hall was a treasure trove of beauty from all corners of the United States. But the one I wanted the most, the one I had then lost, the one who actually gave a fuck about me despite my clear Texas myopia, was the one whose namesake is the antagonist of this track. I don’t want to get too deep into this. This exercise is unearthing demons. Let’s just say I should’ve agreed with her that “Electric Relaxation” was/is the best song on Midnight Marauders. Losing skins because I held my ground on the greatness of “Oh My God” was a poor time to be so fucking principled. PS The girl above is not her, but a very reasonable facsimile. PPS You get an “E” for Effort and “T” for Nice Try. CLICK HERE for the full list of Valentine’s Day...