jam master jay?
but, aren’t you dead?
gone but not forgotten, my young brotha.
yeah, me and karisa were driving to the tsar show last night and we heard it on the news.
we all go sometimes, yesterday was my day. it’s all good.
wow, jam master jay, you’re sure taking this well.
bro, i’m cold chillin in heaven right now. i just had a tequila sunrise with jimi hendrix.
but you were in the studio making a new record!
lets keep it real. no one really cared about us after “raising hell.”
i bought “tougher than leather.”
and when was the last time you listened to it?
we were the kings of rap. then the beastie boys came up, cool j, then gangsta rap and we were through. at least we had our day in the sun, and people know who made the first crossover: dmc.
“walk this way” was brilliant.
gotta give it up to rick rubin and aerosmith for that too, you know.
some would say that that collaboration is what helped aerosmith’s comeback.
we both helped each other. we needed a big hit, we loved their records. it was a perfect match. sorta like you and this blog.
what’s heaven like, jay?
great music everywhere. you get to fly. everything’s edible. you dont have to poop. that blew me away. no pooping, unless you want to, but you dont really need to. when you do it turns into a fruit cake and sinks down to earth.
lots of good pinball machines. swimming pools. movie stars.
do they play rap up there.
okay, theres a big escalator. then you get off it and theres a big tram. then theres a ski lift. then theres a helicopter ride. then theres a flying bus. then theres a 747. and on the way up you get to meet people from lots of other worlds. planets other than earth. the whole time youre singing cuz you’re going to heaven and everyone knows it. and the weirdest thing happens. you can remember all the lyrics to all the songs you’ve ever heard. and when people recognized me, everyone started singing run-dmc tunes.
with no shoe strings in em
i did not win em
i bought em off the Ave with the tags still in em
i like to sport em
that’s why I bought em
a sucker tried to steal em
so I caught em
and I thwart em
and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat
with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet
we’ll miss you jam master jay.
no you wont. our music will live forever.
say hi to kurt cobain for me.
he’s right here, we’re playing ms. pacman. they have cocktail angels that give you free quarters for the machines. kurt is throwing you the peace sign.
okay, well so long, jam master jay.
up here you dont say that.
what do you say?