This is some closing credits type stuff.
I have a an odd fascination with the Stones Throw record label. So much so, I need to make a cup to prove it. True story: Guy next to me was working on a Madlib plate. We instantly became best friends.
No turning back now, I guess. I’ve made a Tumblr account. Things will be posted. Y’know, things I think you might like, but that I don’t have the nerves to tell you to your face. A present from me to you, a cultural pit stop, a digital kiss goodnight, a break from your coffee break, the fifth bar of signal to your phone. A garbage man takes your trash away. I want you to think of me a little differently. Think of me as a friend who has a key to your apartment and dumps a plastic bag of content all of your coffee table for you to rummage through later. Thats this.