The last in the trilogy that my ex-girlfriend at the time loved, but – and I still hang my head in utter shame at this – I just didn’t get at the time.
I’m going to play my “but it has no guitars on it!” card once more in a rather pathetic attempt to
justify explain my failings back then.
For who could not hear the genre-busting work of genius that is De La Soul’s 3 Feet High and Rising album and not marvel at its wonders?
Me, that’s who.
I mean, I look at it now and genuinely scratch my head at why the nineteen year old me didn’t fall for its charms back then. The title even name-checks a Johnny Cash song, for chrissakes!
Anyway, this is the song which most makes me look back ruefully:
And, as it’s Saturday, a bonus track:
Welcome to the weekend.