Interlude

So this is supposed to be an interlude of some sort. Although I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to be interluding exactly since nothing that has come before this has anything to do with what is going to follow…if that makes any sense at all. And in case it doesn’t…just pretend that it does.
* A slight pause to gather my thoughts*
Okay, you know what? How about we call this a prelude…an introduction, if you will. Because for all intensive purposes, that’s exactly what it is.
To what? A little idea that has been rolling around my noggin for a ‘lil bit. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to make it work (and to be quite honest- I still don’t) but after Streetsider said that I needed to mix it up a little I thought, “to hell with it. If it sucks…well, I cant be fly all the time.” So Streetsider, consider this an ode to you…the whole friggin’ thing. And questions later about why I didn’t make it to last Thursday’s BHH.
Now, to this lil idea that I’ve got. No anyone who listens to an ounce of hip hop would have to agree with me that Jay-Z’s “retirement album” (who really believed that anyway?) “The Black Album” is up to date, one of his finest. Of course it comes nowhere near his hungry debut “Reasonable Doubt” or the hard knocking “Hard Knock Life Vol. 2” but it is the album that made me, and a whole lot of other Hov fans that I know, fall in love with his music. It’s the first Jay-Z album I listened to all the way through and at the end was able to say, “Damn. That was a good album.” And in light of the recent release of “The Blue Print 3”, in all honesty, it was his last truly good album.
So this is what I have set out to do. To take this album so ingrained in my mind and all of its greatness and throw my own twist on it. A rendition or reinterpretation if you will.
I believe this is one of those things that can either turn out incredibly good or truly, exceptionally bad. Here’s to it being the former.
And so without further ado, I present to you…The Black Album.