DOOM or Zev Love X or Viktor Vaughn or King Ghidra or King Geedorah or whatever he’s calling himself today, this cat… yeah, this cat.

Happy Doomsday

- pertinent side note: An Open Letter to MF Doom.

“Not a hater of the players, I’m more like a coach, or an owner.”

I wish I could say the same, but today, I’m feeling more like a game. Played. Working for The Man is no fun.

This line has been repeating itself all day in the circus of my mind. However, what got me started on Common was a line from his song “New Wave.” I’m going to save that specimen, though, for a series I’m working on… you’ll see.

The needle on my turntable has gone off. It’s kind of a bummer. Anyway:

“I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die. So let me live my life the way I want to.”

This is the part where Jimi breaks it down, tells you how it really is. Can you dig it?

Do your thing this weekend.

“You’re only scared to die when you ain’t living right.”

Amen.

Tonight I also have to post that I am really broken up about Bernie Mac, too.

In peace.

When I think of Isaac Hayes, I don’t think of lyrics—at least not his own (except for that one line that I know you know). I think of spectacular arrangements, tambourines, flutes, horns, organs, strings, and of course I think of that hot buttered voice. Some people think of Chef, and that’s cool, too.

Striking and strong, with his full on beard and shaved head, wearing a hooded robe or golden chainmail, Isaac Hayes could still deliver a tender, sentimental, soul-felt tune for real. From cinematic to funky to turn out the lights, Isaac Hayes could do it to it.

Yes, that cat Isaac Hayes, he was a bad mother.