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While we're talking Swedish indie pop, we may as well talk about Jens Lekman. On a beautiful sunny day mid-last year, when I was in love, I heard his 'Your Arms Around Me' on the radio for the first time. I was so blown away that I waited in my parked car to find out what it was, and then immediately tracked it down when I got home. Not the kind of thing I usually do, and not the kind of thing I'm usually into, but love does strange things to people I guess.

In many ways, Lekman's a pretty typical singer-songwriter, with pure, pretty folky songs about love, life, loss, loneliness and all that. So you wouldn't think he'd have much in common with crazy ravers like The Tough Alliance and Air France. But then it turns out that TTA are his favourite Swedish band, and he sampled their 'Take No Heroes' in his 'I'm Leaving You Because I Don't Love You'. Apparently he also plays tennis against them! Like TTA, Air France and Studio, he's from Gothenburg, on the west coast of Sweden. And just like his fellow Gothenburgians, his music seems inappropriately bright and sunny for a town with such a name, in such a cold, dark part of the world.


And 45 seconds into his 2007 album, Night Falls Over Kortedala, something familiar starts to emerge on the horizon, like the good ship Deja Vu. "Hang on", I say, reaching for my telescope. "Isn't that dramatic crescendo of horn stabs the same one that the Avalanches used in the final track of Since I Left You, 'Extra Kings'?" And then check out track two, 'Sipping on The Sweet Nectar', and 2004's 'Maple Leaves' - with their strings and flutes and funky grooves they're both dead ringers for Since I Left You's title track, only with a crooning indie kid instead of a chipmonk.


So it seems that Air France aren't the only Swedes ripping off "Melbourne's own" the Avalanches. Usually I'm of the opinion that patriotism is for morons, but often when local boys do good, I find myself experiencing pangs of pride against my will. In this instance, I'm tempted to get all defensive. I mean, who the damn hell do these Viking invaders think they are?

But let's not get carried away. As I pointed in my last post on Air France, the distinctive sound of the Avalanches' one and only album wasn't just dreamed up out of thin air - it was pieced together from pre-existing sounds, 900 of them apparently, so can we really claim that it's an Australian invention? Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning the legitimacy of sampling as an artistic practice. Rather, I'm just wondering whether this sound that seems so distinctly Avalanchesque is really the property of the Avalanches. I mean, maybe the Swedes are just on the same wavelength because for some weird reason Swedish bargain bins are full of the exact same records as Australian ones.

To get to the bottom of this problem, we must first define what the Avalanches sound actually is. They may not have released an album in seven years, but somehow this issue seems relevant right now. And hopefully we can think about it when they release their second album before the end of this year. Listening to the awesome Gimix, from 2000, which you can hear if you register at www.theavalanches.com, I'm tempted to say that the Avalanches sound is, er, just about anything that has that Avalanchesy vibe. This mix combines Avalanches tracks with not only stuff you'd expect like De La Soul and Michael Jackson, but also surprises like Bob Dylan and the Smiths. Stuff that, come to think of it, makes it make a lot more sense that a singer-songwriter like Lekman is so into them.

It's called Gimix because like a 2Many DJs set, it's full of wacky mash-up gimmicks like combining Bob Dylan with Madonna, gimmicks which don't seem anyway near as impressive as they did back then. But these songs aren't chosen just because they're incongruous and unexpected. 'Like a Rolling Stone' and 'The Boy With the Thorn in his Side' fit into the mix perfectly because:

1. the sweeping, soaring, uplifting quality of their vocals is totally Avalanches, totally 'Since I Left You' (the song), and

2. because their tinny jangliness meshes perfectly with all the Avalanches' high-pitched strings and flutes and whatnot.

Since I Left You (the album) doesn't contain as many gimmicks as Gimix. The generic palette is broad, but a bit more restricted. I don't think my knowledge of music history is sufficient enough to be very confident in the following assertion, (someone correct me, please) but I think most of the samples are from either:

1. late 70s/early 80s disco and electro-funk. Significantly, not the whiteboy electro-pop that's been so popular this decade, and not the James Brown-style funk or jazz-funk that fills a million hip-hop producers' collections. ..........(although come to think of it, those flute riffs are pretty jazzy)

2. kitsch bargain bin crap from the 50s and 60s: Hollywood soundtracks, exotica, lounge music, MOR, orchestral pop, spoken word.

So can their sound be reduced to the sum of its parts?

No, because using this same combination of source materials, lesser producers of the era would have come up with a lame big-beat, turntablist or French house record, which would sound very dated in 2008. Instead, the Avalanches created something unique and timeless. They can be distinguished from their peers by their fixation on particular high-pitched sounds (soaring strings, flutes, sopranos, bells, whistling, horses, birds) which they fuse together into a big swirly glistening light show, their love of sounds that evoke visions of paradise (choirs, harps, exotic sounds), and perhaps most importantly of all, their emotional investment in their samples.

To prove this last point, you only need to compare Since I Left You to their earlier stuff. The El Producto EP (1997) contains many of the same kitsch high-pitched sounds that are listed above, but in a completely different context. This is a nerdy whiteboy rap record, so the samples are used in a Beastie Boys-ish sort of way, not for emotional effect at all, but to sound goofy. Combined with giant crashing beats and backpacker raps, and with the DJ scratching the shit out of them, the samples draw attention to themselves as crappy old records, as if the Avalanches are saying "Hey check out this corny shit we dug up! See how we turn it into a dope beat?!"

On the Undersea Community EP (1999), they lose the rappers and become more of an instrumental hip-hop group. They start cultivating the tropical island vibe that they will explore further on Since, but the result is even more gimmicky than before. Halfway through 'Slow Walking', a beautiful string section appears over the exotic percussion, and suddenly we're in heavenly Since I Left You territory. We're all ready to get carried away to a tropical island, but then some dorky goofball goes and ruins it by singing about how he wishes he was with his "birdy", and the melody from 'Sugar Sugar' appears, turning the track into a big joke.

Apart from the lame 'Frontier Psychiatrist' and some other comic moments, Since I Left You is light years away from this. Like The Tough Alliance, here the Avalanches are utterly sincere in their corniness. The emotional content of the samples is never undermined. In fact it is milked to its full potential, resulting in an incredibly moving album. It's this emotionalism that endears the Avalanches to "corny indie fuxx" like Jens Lekman.

Which brings me back to where I started.

Of course Lekman's got the right to do whatever he wants with the Avalanches' record collection, but like a true patriot, I must declare that comparing the way he uses it to the way "our boys" did doesn't do him any favours. Lekman and the Avalanches both use the aforementioned brass sample to create a massively majestic dramatic build-up. But in Lekman's 'And I Remember Every Kiss', it is the instrumental focus of the entire song, whereas in the latter's 'Extra Kings' it is one small piece of a giant puzzle. Like the expert DJs that they are, the Avalanches tease us by threatening to let the sample climax, like a wave about to break. But just as it reaches its peak, it's cut off, and we surf smoothly onto the next wave of samples.

In Lekman's hands, the sample is not cut short. He makes the mistake of letting the horns run through to their overblown finale, to accompany his overblown chorus, "I would never kiss anyone who doesn't burn me like the sun!" The Avalanches version goes "dum dum, da-dum dum, da-dum dum, da-dum dum", while Lekman's goes "dum dum, da-dum dum, da-dum dum, da-dum dum, da DAAAAAAAAA!!!"

So what's wrong with this? Well, I don't think a guy like Jens can get away with a gesture this bold, especially on the first track of his album. (The Avalanches wisely save it for the final act) You have to be Shirley fucking Bassey to do justice to something so absurdly over-the-top. The way I see Jens, his schtick is all about his cuteness, which is either sickeningly twee or utterly adorable depending on your mood or your personality. He's a shy, sensitive, innocent little dude who every girl wants to have a long meaningful relationship with so they can make cute private jokes and reminisce about cute little adventures they had together. His 2005 album is called Oh You're So Silent Jens, because that's what they all say to him, until they bring him out of his shell and realise how romantic he is.

'Your Arms Around Me' is basically Jens saying "Honey, remember that time when you crept up on me in the kitchen and hugged me from behind, and I nearly sliced off my finger, and I had to go to hospital?! Ha ha ha, I love you so much!" I may sound cynical, but really it's a wonderful song, because it describes a little everyday crisis that is a mere trifle next to how the characters feel about each other. With its strings, harp and ukelele, the production is lush and heavenly, and the beat is pretty funky in a subtle way, but nothing sounds like a sample. An "organic" backing like this is perfect for a realist singer-songwriter like Lekman. The lyrics in 'And I Remember Every Kiss' are cute too - they're about Jens's first kiss - but he's trying too hard to be melodramatic. I'm just not convinced that there's enough soul or angst or seriousness in Jens to warrant the bombast of the horn sample.

Come to think of it, Air France don't stand up very well when compared to the Avalanches either. But that's enough Swede-bashing. 'Ladyflash' by the Go! Team, who aren't Swedish, is an Avalanches rip-off that kicks arse. I think they have actual singers and rappers, but the way they're buried in the mix, they may as well be samples. I suspect the performers may actually be pretty lame, but that doesn't matter at all, because they're swept up in a giant explosive maelstrom of drums and strings that absolutely kills me. It grabs me by the heart and throws me around, and then I can't wait it for it to do it again.

And back to the Swedes. Samples are not the only things that they've borrowed from the Avalanches. On a more conceptual level, the Tough Alliance and Air France share the Avalanches' idea of holiday as liberation. Despite its apparent lack of pretentiousness, Since I Left You can be read as a loose concept album conflating three different ideas of travel or "getaway":

1. literal travel, to exotic, sunny locations.
2. leaving, as in breaking up with someone and changing your life.
3. the idea of music "taking you on a journey". Like a great DJ mix, all the songs are welded seamlessly together and form a perfectly structured arc, but the recurring themes and motifs, plus the over-stuffed Sgt Pepper/proggy orchestration of the thing, mark it as a concept album rather than a mix CD.

Sampled voices and sounds refer to flights, cruises and journeys to Jamaica, Miami and Honolulu. Madonna's 'Holiday' is sampled. The album is not only a journey, but also a party. Its crowds of voices, its "crowds" of grooves, melodies and sound effects, its lyrical references to champagne and going to the disco, and the bits where the beat sounds like its coming from another room, all help to make this record the sound of a party, rather than the soundtrack to one, like a decadent de-politicised version of Public Enemy's sound of a riot.

So perhaps this is a party on a boat, a hedonistic adventure. But the title track and the emotional temperament of much of the album imply that this is more than just mindless, meaningless fun. Drowning your sorrows is more like it. The 'I Will Survive'-style lyrics "since I left you, I found a world so new" conjure up an image of a heartbroken drunk girl doing karaoke in the ship's packed ballroom. Tears stream down her face and ruin her makeup, but she remains defiant, determined to be carefree and independent and venture into the unknown. Sure, I'm being damn corny and probably reading too much into it, but maybe the album is the story of this girl's journey. The ending is perfect, but sad: the lyrics "I tried but I just can't get you, ever since the day I left you" indicate that, if you'll excuse the lame Bono-ism, she still hasn't found what she's looking for. It is time, not distance, that can mend a broken heart.

References to travel abound in Air France's On Trade Winds EP too, and The Tough Alliance's ambient album Escaping Your Ambitions announces its mission to "take you on a journey" with track titles running from 'Setting Sail' to 'The Lagoon'. For more details on this holiday aesthetic, check out TTA and AF's label website, http://www.sincerelyyours.se, which you'll find emblazoned with the slogan "demand adventure", and full of images of Swedes exploring and partying in picturesque locations.

So, one may wonder, how can these Gothenburgians so convincingly claim to be so real and sincere and all, while beaming out such sunny escapist music? Although TTA love hip-hop and have a song called 'My Hood', Sincerely Yours's brand of authenticity is not about representing their hometown, nor even their physical environment. In 'Babylon', Gothenburg is the corrupt world from which they "can't adjust, can't break away". 'Hold On to Me, Baby' by Air France (who seem more and more melancholy and discontent with physical reality the more you listen to them) describes the disappointment of coming home from a summer holiday: "Going home to nothing but snow, just don't know how to fit in".

Perhaps an explanation can be found in the hilariously pretentious Situationist-inspired statements on their website, eg "Sometimes the aim for reality feels too unrealistic. Sometimes you have to indulge in sweet distractions, gentle escapes and beautiful illusions to be able to stand this excuse for an existence. Sometimes you're just too young."

A good summary of the Sincerely Yours worldview can be found in YOURS0026, not a record but a fan letter to TTA from a Gothenburgian named Isak, who tells of how he rebelled against his working class background by living a life of indulgence, exploring all kinds of places, foods, music, women, crimes, drugs and sports. Isak felt "rootless", unable to identify with his origins or the people around him. He "found no understanding nor pity for [his] behavior" until the day he first heard the Tough Alliance, who became the soundtrack for his life.

For these Swedes, "it's not where you're from, it's where you're at." If Gothenburg is Babylon, then Zion is the sunny higher reality that we can escape to through travel or music. Like the Avalanches, they don't see a holiday as just a holiday. Like so many before them, these rebellious youngsters invert the values of their parents, escaping their "ambitions" by ignoring the pressure of having to do something with their lives. As TTA put it in 'Koka Kola Veins', "We never feel as good as when we make believe... We tell ourselves there's nothing to achieve."
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More Swedish Indie-Pop: Air France

April 25th 2008 04:58
To my knowledge, Air France have so far only released one four-song EP, On Trade Winds, and one mp3, 'Hold On To Me, Baby' Really Long Link These guys are unmistakeably kindred spirits of their labelmates and fellow Gothenburg residents, The Tough Alliance. Just like TTA, they're a Swedish indie pop band making utopian circa-1990-style dance music, with an emphasis on light, pretty high-end keyboard riffs and melodies that radiate vibes of profound rapture, deep bliss, total ecstasy, endless love, or whatever you want to call it. The difference is that Air France sound like they've had a few more pills. Their heads stuck firmly in the clouds, they're too damn high to bother with the kind of masterly production nuances, well-crafted song structures and catchy hooks that TTA are so good at. Instead, they're busy putting you in an ecstatic trance with their bongos and epic fluffy synths, and drenching everything in a haze of reverb.

'Never Content' has the obligatory piano vamp, but Air France's music is more trance or intelligent/ambient techno than house music. If you find The Tough Alliance a bit too cheesy, or if synthesized panflutes and other equally cheesy instruments make you want to puke, then I wouldn't bother with Air France. But if like me you've got a bit of a weakness for this kind of thing, and find it cute, funny and even heart-warming, you're in for a treat.

Whatever these guys are high on (Life? Love? Music, man? Or, duh, ecstasy) has utterly obliterated all traces of confrontational attitude. No TTA-style bat-wielding hooliganism here. The twee harmonised girl/boy vocals (which almost seem like an afterthought, as if this indie dance band got so high they almost forgot to be indie) don't recall Madchester, but instead that other c.1990 indie trend: shoegaze/dreampop.

This combination of fey, wispy shoe-gazing and tranced out shoe-shuffling is obviously a match made in heaven. So it makes me wonder: surely this has been done before? Well, it has: Seefeel did it. But they were much darker, with the same so-loved-up-that-it's-scary feel as My Bloody Valentine. With Air France, the sun never sets.

I've covered a bit of stuff that Air France does and doesn't sound like now, so I feel as if, to be fair, maybe I should be trying to talk about them on their own terms. Talking about a band purely in terms of external references is an easy trap to fall into, and especially with a band like Air France. While I find them exciting because they're referencing stuff that seems fresh again right now, and because not many other bands are doing what they're doing, I don't think they've quite made the leap out of the shadows (or, um, sunbeams?) of other bands just yet.

And I haven't even mentioned the most obvious reference point of all: the Avalanches. Check out 'Hold On to Me, Baby': the mix is cluttered with flutes, harps, angelic choir-like cooing, disco guitar, horses trotting, horses neighing, samples from old movies, soaring strings, warm brass... These guys are virtually an Avalanches tribute band! When I checked out their myspace Really Long Link a few weeks ago, I discovered that they'd posted the old song that the chorus from 'Since I Left You' is sampled from. This is probably a humble acknowledgment of the debt, but on the other hand, maybe they're trying to rebut/pre-empt accusations of plagiarism by pointing out that the Avalanches' sample collages aren't the most original things in the world either.

Coming soon: more on the Avalanches-Swedish indie-pop connection
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The V Festival

April 14th 2008 11:34
Getting pumped for a music festival often involves preparing yourself for the disgusting experience you'll have to put up with in order to see your favourite bands. Being surrounded by filth and thousands of off-chops weirdos isn't all bad though - you just have to get into the spirit of things. But for the V Festival this turned out to be unnecessary. Compared to the scummy Big Day Out, it was a surprisingly pleasant experience. Smaller crowds meant that you could actually see the bands, there was actually space to move, and even space to chill out on your own. The 18 plus age restriction meant that there were no annoying kids frolicking about, and you could drink wherever you wanted to. At the Big Day Out, you had to pay a minimum of thirty freaking dollars to get drink tokens, and then the waiting, more waiting, purchasing and drinking all had to be done in the confines of the bar area, a hideous hellhole where screaming hoons threw cans, climbed the marquee, stripped, and stampeded.

One of my main prerogatives at the V Festival was to catch the Tough Alliance, one of the coolest bands in the world today. But alas! Somehow they vanished from the timetable. With my favourite new kids on the block out of the picture, most of the other acts I saw were old farts reuniting to appease their nostalgic fans. Maybe this wasn't a rock festival at all, but a museum where everyone had come not to party, but to ponder ancient relics and breath their historic aura. Without a tour guide to inform me, I completely forgot that the guitarist in Modest Mouse was actually Johnny Marr of the Smiths, so unfortunately I never took a moment to contemplate him and stroke my beard.

Watching the static, symmetrical Jesus & Mary Chain, I had the feeling of staring up at someone on a pedestal. Afterwards, a thirtysomething friend of mine described his chilling first encounter with J&MC's evil feedback and scary image in 1985. Today there wasn't much feedback and the image was the same old thing, leaving only their classic songs and legendary presence to thrill us.

This assessment may be a bit unfair - after all Air were as super-smooth as you'd expect and looked like they'll never grow old - but it's hard to deny that the sad sight of fat old bastards Duran Duran squeezed into their pop star suits and trying to look hungry like the wolf was pretty pathetic.

Soon it was my turn to feel like an old fart: I could not wait for the Smashing Pumpkins to start so that my fellow pumpkinheads and I could relive our adolescences, screaming along with the lyrics like old Irish drunks. I was prepared for the possibility that we might be denied this experience, since I'd heard a rumour that they were - shudder! - only going to play new stuff. We readied our projectiles and practised our booing in anticipation.

But the crowd breathed a massive collective sigh of relief, followed by an ecstatic cheer, when the first song began: "Today is the greatest..." A perfect opener, because despite my reservations, it really had been a great day, and the very best bit was just starting. The Pumpkins weren't a period piece - they really were fantastic, not merely reproducing their hits, but actually bringing them to life, doing them full justice. Billy Corgan clearly had a great time giving us what we wanted, and even teased us by pretending he wasn't going to do 'Zero'.

With only two original members, the band was clearly re-invigorated by the injection of new blood. The new songs, which on record sound lacking in dynamics, made much more sense in a live context. At one point the band indulged in the kind of noise freakout that was sorely missed in the J&MC's set, and they even pulled off a cover of Britney Spears' 'Piece of Me'. A silly gesture, for sure, but it had me convinced that these old farts know how to keep up with the kids, and how to laugh at themselves for doing it.
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The Modern Soundtrack

April 9th 2008 02:04
I don't have any brand new content for this blog at the moment, (although hopefully I'll get some pieces done on the V Festival and Swedish Avalanches-esque indie pop soon, and maybe a Rowland S. Howard gig review) so instead here's something I wrote for uni last year. It was for a great subject called the Modern Soundtrack, whose lecturer Philip Brophy was the director of the fantastic Body Melt, godfather of the Media Arts course, and a post-punk veteran. Here we go:

Christiane F. (1981


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Dark Rap Mix, Part Two

March 20th 2008 04:53
Ice-T's 'Midnight' (1991)is one of many rap tracks that sample the massive beat from Led Zeppelin's 'When the Levee Breaks', and its apocalyptic three note riff sounds a bit like Black Sabbath at their most Gothic. Mixing hip-hop and hard rock is one of the oldest tricks in the book, but somehow it never really gets old. On Dizzee's rap metal track 'Sirens' from last year, he says "let's take it back to the old skool story telling shit", just before the big guitar riff comes in. Storytelling over hard rock was "old school" even when Ice-T did it in 1991, as Ice's friend makes clear in the spoken word intro, requesting some "criminal gangster old school stories".

The bombastic 'Midnight' doesn't really have a typical LA hip-hop sound. West coast rap only gained a distinct sonic identity a year later when Dr. Dre's smooth G Funk style hit the big time and proved that you don't have to make a rock-hard racket to prove that you're a badass. The likes of Dre and Snoop are too laidback to make it to my dark rap compilation, but other tracks that I put on it from different parts of America use a similar slow and slick yet dangerous approach. Only darker: they're all the more eerie and menacing because of their slow restraint. Rather than actually sounding violent, they imply that there could be violence lurking around the corner, so stay cool or things could get ugly


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Dark Rap Mix, Part One

March 14th 2008 01:57
Ages ago, my friend Bianca asked me to burn her a hip-hop compilation, and the other day I finally got around to it. She's a massive Nick Cave fan, and knows very little about rap. Deciding what songs would make a good introduction took some thought. I could have just chosen the best of the best, my absolute favourite rap songs. I could have chosen the ones that seem to be the most accessible, or the ones that are the most rock and roll. But instead, in accordance with my friend's sensibilities, I decided to go with a theme: the darkest rap songs that I could fit into eighty minutes. Dark, Gothic hip-hop, or horrorcore, with lyrics about insanity, death and the supernatural, constituted a whole subgenre in the mid-nineties, but I'm no expert on it, and I wanted to mix things up a bit, so I included all kinds of dark hip-hop, and a bit of grime too.

Track one is Dizzee Rascal's 'I Luv U'. Writing about this track seems about as interesting as writing about 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' - it was the first big grime song, it's by grime's most well-known artist, many thousands of words have been written about it, and I've listened to it a million times. But it needs to be on this compilation because if you want to convince people who are into extreme, fucked up music that grime isn't just a bunch of brats shouting over badly produced beats, that's it's possibly even radical stuff, then this is the track to play them


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The Tough Alliance

March 6th 2008 02:23
Sometimes I feel amazed that I'm old enough to remember a time when reviving "the eighties" seemed almost unthinkable, when synth-pop and electro were considered to be the naffest forms of music in history. But then, of course, they came back as kitsch and parody. If you used to be an Australian alt-rock kid who watched Recovery and listened to Triple J, then you may have first encountered this in Regurgitator's album Unit in 1997. But then the next thing you knew, the eighties revival was on, for real, and then suddenly it's 2008 and it's been the dull norm for what seems like forever.

So for a while I've been wondering when this boring old electro thing's going to disappear and make room for the early nineties revival. Usually there's about twenty years between revived and revival - that's the rule of revivals. Twenty years is the time it takes for kids who can't actually remember the bygone era to grow up and rediscover it. They're well aware of the music their parents used to listen to, and they remember the music from their childhood, but the gap in between is mysterious and fascinating, and therefore ripe for revival. So right now we're due for a late eighties revival, which will soon smoothly segue into the nu-nineties


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Oh hello there. My name's Keith, and sometimes I go by the absurd alias Cathead LaQuack. If you know me you probably already know why, and if you don't, well, it's not a very interesting story. So anyway, I decided to start a blog after discovering orble.com on a careers site. Apparently you can actually get paid for blogging, who'da thunkit - this had never actually occurred to me before. I'm looking for a job at the moment, but unfortunately I'm an unemployable arts graduate with very little experience, connections or motivation. But I can write, I think, so maybe writing a blog is a good place to start. I've tried to get into this blogging caper a couple of times before, but this time I've actually got an incentive to keep it up. I'll just keep writing stuff here and then before I know it I'll be swimming in cash, yeah?

So what's this blog all about then? Because it amuses me somewhat, I'm going to answer to answer that question with a Jay-Z quote: "What you about to witness is my thoughts, just my thoughts man - right or wrong, just what I was feeling at the time, uhh, you ever felt like this, you vibe with me, walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me


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