what up ya'll?
you know, there's this magician, his name is 9th wonder. everything he touches rarely turns gold, but you know, he has this power to control people. to make people do things from thousands of miles away, and he doesn't even have to know you exist in order to do so.
it's magical. he's not dilla (he's alive). he's not kanye (dare i say he's more soulful?). he's 9th wonder. and whenever roy tells me there's a new track/album that gets produced by 9th, i just get all excited inside.
he can't make club anthems the way kanye does, with people going crazy and buying horizontal venetian-blind sunglasses, he isn't as marketable to non-black folk. and then there's dilla, my favorite of course, but you know, 9th doesn't make bangers with those choppy, distorted drums. he probably can't lure in those skater dudes that also like that style of beats that just bangs on your eardrums.
a kanye track makes me want to dance or turn up my speakers. a dilla beat makes me want to curl my lower lip and stick my chin out. a 9th wonder beat turns my head into an ocean buoy.
9th wonder is some skinny ass ordinary black dude that turns into that old school wrestler zeus when he gets behind a mixing board. you won't find him on kiis fm or power 106, or in the latest skate video...but if you find yourself slouching back at a booth, where girls rock kangols and sweaty thighs, you'll find a 9th wonder beat. he inhabits classy joints, he adds melanin to the palest of souls, he makes you want to bob your head so much you'll get muthafuckin scoliosis.
(and shit)
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