I can’t get off this Legendary Roots Crew tip, and I’m stuck at the fresh frontier of the Philly funk birth. Do You Want More?! is the jazziest rhetorical question I’ve ever given spin.

I haven’t written in a while, and I know why. It’s because I can’t be a bite-mark on a #5 pencil; I want to simultaneously be a blind man and his frantic guide, swept over by a sudden gust of philanthropy, describing every whiff, drop and snare that swirls around their crowded Avenue without a stutter and laced in a leisurely swag (called paragraphs by most). That might sound more like this track than a goal, but these notes are ethereally dizzying, and their strums are a stumble. Rhythm is half the battle, and the rest of it is organized frenetics.

But I’m starting anyway.

Definitions:

Coast (kōst) n.: A wet limb, stirred ‘til everything in between orange and purple by a sweltering cotton swab.

Tomato (tə-mā'tō, -mä'-) n.: William Carlos William’s best friend and face greeter by lyrical dead ends.

Words (wûrd) n.: Clay-- nothing to be prostrated before, but prone to shard spitting explosions in the oven of ceramic tactics.

The Rapture ([thē before a vowel; thə before a consonant] rāp'chər) n.: my, (not to be confused for ‘your’) concern, anything irreverence can burn.

I don’t believe a word I say.