ain't it the truth brutha, ain't it the truth.
tuesday next week will see the release of jay-z's newest retirement-ending release. as is par for the jay-hova course, the single is absolutely terrible and the video for it features jay-z, danica patrick, and dale earnhardt junior (side note: who yesterday said that the only way he would win the nascar chase is if everyone else crashed and finished last) racing around in sports cars, hova himself driving a speed boat and splashing a couple of scantily clad broads only to land on a private island with a ridiculous champagne-poppin' party. high concept.
but do i care? do i feel like i need to race out and get the latest underground classic from a group whose highest hopes are to be one of the tracks on the new tony hawk ps3 game (although, how much money in the music biz comes from licensing now)? not really. the new album has some interesting stuff in there to nod your head to while pushing your pt cruiser whip through la, and i think the fella can write. although, they do say that he doesn't write anything down, since, when he was a hustler, you couldnt leave a paper trail, so you had to be able to remember everything. i just hope that when i am 30, i'll make $38 mil.
"i was a real star, complete with real cars. no video ones, you can come and set up a camera, let the video run."
the prelude, from jay-z's new album called kingdom come