“How many of y’all drink 151?” asked Stephen “Thundercat” Bruner, half-way through his set at Tipitina’s Friday night. The crowd responded convincingly. Bruner laughed, made a friendly joke about New Orleans, and moved on with the show.
We've slept off Thanksgiving dinner, thanks in part to the New York Jets' less-than-stellar performance Sunday night. Now holiday stuff starts happening. My Spilt Milk has created its Soundtrack for the Season - hours of holiday music with varying degrees of seriousness.
Saying Curren$y's back seems wrong because he never goes away. The Stoned Immaculate is his second Warner Brothers release, and likeWeekend at Burnie's, it presents Spitta at his most accessible. The beats are still luxurious and he still obviously enjoys his own languorous flow, but it's all slightly more precise, 15 percent less weedy (except for "Showdown" - he's post-verbal by the end of the track).