I've been listening to more classic music. This time it's the Wu-tang Clan's 1993 debut, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). A slight change of gears from the Beatles, yes, but notable all the same. I never paid much attention to hip-hop, because what business does an upper-middle class (well, not lately) white kid really have getting into hip-hop? It's like wearing leather belts because you think cows are cool. I'm more the problem than the solution, in the grand scheme of things.
But the RZA's production overcomes my Caucasian squeamishness. I, too, enjoy Shaw brothers chop-socky movies from the '70s and share a love of warm, gritty analoguery. I'm working on an upcoming episode of MitE featuring Streetfeld becoming involved in a rap confrontation with his nemesis, a history-quoting MC named Da Professa, and the often-imitated-but-never-equalled style of the RZA (who also scored the weird and endearing Jim Jarmusch film Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai) is a huge influence. We'll see if I can get close enough to it to provide some entertainment.